The boy who lived

I could sit here and wax nostalgic about Harry Potter and how my childhood came to an end this past Saturday as I watched the epic conclusion to the saga.

But I won't.

All you need to know is this:

I cried through the whole thing.

Red nose from constant crying.

I was attached, what can I say.

So thank you Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

I hope my kids pick up my well-worn copies of the books one day and fall in love like I did.

Another one of my British obsessions

I'm off galavanting in Sin City right now, but I just had to leave y'all with this very important post and confession.

I am a Harry Potter nerd.

There, I said it.

Even though I'm probably drinking giant margaritas and and putting pennies into slot machines, you can be sure that I will take a few seconds of this day to shed some tears over the premier of the last movie.

I want to cry just looking at that.

The culmination of my childhood/teenage years spent reading the books and later watching all the movies is about to come to an end.

Fear not, for I will be watching this [and crying the whole time] as soon as I return to Texas.

RIP Harry Potter saga, RIP.