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Edited on Sat Jul-16-05 01:38 PM by Bouncy Ball
I went to the Harry Potter thing last night. I wasn't even buying a book (I was in no hurry), but I took a friend who has a broken arm and can't drive herself. Took my daughter, figured she'd have a good time.
At first, it WAS fun. There were a lot of people there, but it wasn't TOO bad. My daughter got her face painted, made a wand, became a devil worshipper (that's a little shout out to all the fundies reading, LOL), had her picture taken with a guy dressed up as HP (except, um, he was in his 30s and about 6'3") and a woman dressed up as Hagrid (who was about 5'2"). Sirius Black was there, too.
My friend got her wristband, so we went across the street to eat. Had a great time doing that. Came back, got an overpriced mocchachino thingie from Starbucks, continued to have fun just browsing books, talking, people-watching. Some really interesting looking people were streaming in. More teenagers than I would have thought. When it got more crowded, the teenagers took to yelling "MARCO!" "POLO!" That cracked me up. At FIRST.
But by 10 pm it was not so good anymore. One of the B&N employees near me was saying there were HUNDREDS of people in the store, and wondering out loud about fire code violations.
People brought lawn chairs. A little girl who looked to be about four was asleep on the floor, curled up in a ball in front of the computer reference books. People stepped over her. We took to sitting on stacks for a while, before that hurt our butts. By 11, there were so many people in there, you really couldn't move around much anymore, and a B&N employee at the front of the store kept yelling for people to move back into the store, don't block the entrance (and exit). I think they were getting worried about that. You couldn't even APPROACH the front of the store if you wanted to.
I noticed my daughter wasn't with us. She had been at my elbow and then gone. I made my way all around the store, looking, getting more panicky by the minute. I didn't care how I lookeda at that point, and started calling out her name. After searching everywhere (and the problem is, she's really short for her age, too), I got an employee and asked if they could make an announcement. She took off without finding out my daughter's name. I couldn't call her back.
Ten minutes later, the woman reappeared, looked flustered, said "What is the child's name?"
Sigh. I told her, they finally made the announcement. Minutes went by and now I was really scared. Finally she showed up, big-eyed, saying she was standing, with a bunch of other kids, underneath a huge bag of balloons and glitter tied to the ceiling. I hadn't noticed it before. Now I knew where she was, so I said ok. It was very near me, anyway, and she promised to only be there.
That's when I was flattened. My back was against some stacks and a guy who looked to be about 300 pounds or more decided he needed to move past me. There was nowhere I could go. At the last second, I wanted to turn around, so at least my back would be to him and we wouldn't be rubbing front to front, but it was too late. He was going for it. It was impossible, there simply wasn't enough space and with people all around me, I couldn't move anywhere. We didn't make eye contact, except for one second when he whispered "sorry." I couldn't say anything, I was trying to make myself as small as possible, but you know you can't suck in Thelma and Louise. It was uncomfortable to say the least. He was stuck, nowhere to go, our fronts wedged against each other. Finally someone moved and he was able to push himself off of me. He muttered sorry again and I said "no problem."
Did I mention I'm claustrophobic?
Right before midnight, people started yelling a countdown, but I saw some employees frantically trying to get them to stop. It wasn't time! So a few seconds later, people started over shouting "TEN! NINE!" Chaos. B&N relented and the balloons were dropped. Teenagers went crazy. A boy behind me yelled "I'M JUST HERE FOR A KAMA SUTRA BOOK!" to the great delight of his friends.
My daughter made her way to me, covered in glitter and confetti and holding a ballooon. Totally thrilled. I found my friend and said "we're going to wait for you in the car, I have to get out of here!"
She understood and we escaped to fresh air. A woman had fallen outside, hurt herself, and EMTs were there. People were standing around smoking, watching the fallen woman.
Finally got to the car. Twenty minutes later, my friend emerged, victorious. I drove her home.
Whew. I think that's an experience I only need to have ONCE.
But this morning, in my dining room chair, a copy of the Harry Potter book! My husband said he went out early this morning and bought it, he felt sorry for us waiting all that time and not getting the book.
I'm on Chapter 3. ;-)
Anyone else go to...the zoo last night?
Edit, I forgot to mention--the wristbands were numbered, and they had given out over 700 of them.
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