I had my first Harry and the Potters experience on Sunday night.
It may, or may not, have been spectacular.
General picture: My TD was all like come-to-Portland-with-me-and-my-visiting-internet-friends-we're-gonna-see-wizard-stuff-also-Hank-Green.
...You had me at "internet friends."
But yeah. They picked me up from work (update on that front: it is the best damn job in the world), intros were made, and the road was hit.
Now, it is probably time to mention that my love of Harry Potter is about on par with my love of tortilla chips. Pretty casual. Yes, maybe I've worked at wizard camp, but the series wasn't exactly a game changer for me. And it had definitely never occurred to me to seek out Potter-themed music. (I was pretty much just in it for my second favorite Green brother and the why-not factor of the situation.)
Long story short: As I stood in the sea of nerdalicious enthusiasm and varying degrees of wizard attire, listening to happy tunes and gloriously literal lyrics, I remembered that music can just be so much...silly fun. And sometimes, it's just nice to be excited about something because it exists and that fact alone is ridiculous and great. Sometimes, you just gotta groove about Hagrid.
Hours on the road: 9
Hours in Portland: 3 1/2?
Dark Lords defeated with the power of love and the magic of rock and roll: 1
Wizard rock, thou hast wooed me.
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