The Harry Potter World blog post is coming but first I have to upload pictures from my camera and I am lazy yet busy so it will probably take a couple of days. But it is on its way. By the end of the week I will have a blog post all about the pure awesomeness that is Harry Potter World.
Today, I'm just going to blog about life. Specifically waiting rooms at doctors' offices. Is there anything more dreadful than a waiting room? I attest that there is not.
This morning I woke up curled up on half of a loveseat with Syracuse Sam,* which in itself isn't odd. I've woken up much odder places with Syracuse Sam (and I realize that appears to imply something not wholely innocent but we're just gonna ignore it like mature adults and move on with our lives). Just two weeks ago we woke up in a waterbed with a blind cat sleeping between us and a painting of a really creepy clown on the wall above us. Weird.
Suffice it to say I didn't have the most restful night. The last thing I remember is sitting on the loveseat playing Halo 3. Anyone who knows me would not need me to explain that I was drunk at the time because Sober Pip does not play Halo 3 (or any kind of Halo game...or any video game other than Mario Kart on N64). And so when I woke up this morning, I found myself afflicted with a massive hangover.** Cut to Pip returning home to drive Grandma to her doctor's appointment.
As I stated above, doctors' waiting rooms are the most miserable places in the world. Sitting in a doctor's waiting room with piped in Easy Listening Sirius Radio for two full hours while hungover is nothing short of torture. Add to the scene a middle aged woman escorting her mother who won't stop talking about her timeshare in Florida and I'm pretty sure I was actually in one of the inner rings of hell that Dante missed in his account.
Obviously karma has finally decided to take effect because those two hours were so torturous the universe had to be fucking with me. The woman talked for two hours straight without pause. I don't even know if she paused to take a breath. And she had the worst Baltimore accent, which is endearing when it's my dad talking about his childhood memories or something but obnoxious when I am forced to listen to a woman's neverending list of what she wants to change about her timeshare (but the other owners have to agree but they won't which is rude because obviously they should know that Annoying Lady has impeccable taste in interior design and they should be grateful she's willing to lend her talents).
*SIGH*
In other life news, I saw Inception last night. It was amazing. When a movie is hyped up like this one I always go in with my expectations thoroughly checked by skepticism. Nothing is as good as they say. But in this case I was just blown away. Yes it was two and a half hours but I didn't even notice the length until the last ten minutes (when the action had stopped for practically the first time). I went to a 9:30 PM show and I didn't so much as check the time until midnight, which is the best test of whether a movie is dragging. It combined the elements of three my favorite kinds of movies the psychological mindbender of Shutter Island, the emotional honesty of Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, and the action and suspense of the Bourne movies. Also, I am now compelled to buy silk scarves and wear them every day like Ellen Page's character*** (Ariadne - such an awesome name, too. I adored the character).
Ok, I'm off to look up flights to Paris. Till tomorrow.
*Since one of my best friends from home and one of my best friends at school are both named Sam, it's easier to refer to them as Home Sam and Syracuse Sam. In real life it's much more confusing. Honestly, I'm almost ready to force one of them to change their name because I can't deal with this kind of stress.
**Thank you Burnetts. You always make me suffer but I just can't quit you. One day, when I have money to afford more expensive vodka I will undoubtedly leave you behind but it will be a bittersweet breakup because we have had some good times together and I will never forget that.
***How much do I love Ellen Page? Out of the two Juno stars, Ellen Page just blows Michael Cera away. Michael Cera just keeps playing the same part in the same quirky movie over and over again but Ellen Page is just a breath of fresh air.
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