For anyone fond of the Harry Potter franchise, this is a very exciting month.

Yesterday, Nick and I decided to be smart and catch a movie at the theater from which I pre-ordered tickets for Friday's 9:30 viewing of the fifth movie in the series. Yes, I ordered tickets a month ago. (For that matter, I pre-ordered my copy of the book the day Amazon told me I could.) I spent the morning finishing my re-reading of the 6th book, and now I'm prepped to spend this coming weekend watching the movie, and the next reading the last book.

I know, I know...it seems ridiculous that I should be such a fan—it's just that I love the employ of such imagination. As we were flipping through channels last night and there some some show on dissecting the actions and behaviors of the characters, Nick started howling in disbelieving laughter—"THEY'RE CHARACTERS IN A BOOK! THEY'RE NOT REAL!" Ah, but they were written so well that at times they seem to be.

Anyway, I brought my email receipt and the card I used to purchase the tickets and they could not find my order. I told them that I knew the card had been charged and they confirmed that they had withdrawn funds for two iMax tickets, they just could not find the order. It was all very calm and polite, and I was issued two fresh tickets. We walked away, Nick saying, "Thank God this happened today and not on Friday."

Lord, can you imagine? I would have been forced to throw a tantrum.