I had every intention last night of sitting down and writing all about the new Harry Potter film after the screening, but alas I had a second obligation at Limerick Junction and I’m afraid that pint/dinner grabbed hold of me. It’s only fitting, given that our gaggle of peeps refers to itself as Atlanta People with Blogs Who Get Together to Drink.

Following another lovely Guinness inspired slumber, I am back in front of the keyboard with my oatmeal (again) and twenty nine degrees waiting for me just on the other side of these walls.

At least my can-you-tell-I’m-a-Northerner footwear will keep me toasty.

So here are the goods: the newest HP installment was better than its predecessors in terms of cinematography, special effects, and story telling. The actors still suck. Why can’t these effing kids get some training between films? It’s ghastly and painful to watch. Just the same the story held tight to the book as it chronicled Harry through the Tri Wizard Championship, our introduction to Fluer and of course He Who Should Not Be Named. PS The bad guy isn’t supposed to be hot, is he? As Voldermort was morphing out of the sludge Wormtail had concocted, I was pleasantly surprised and then ashamed to find myself thinking “damn” because they cast Raif Fines to scare us. Shite and hubba and shite again. Damn those Hollywood folk. Even without a nose…I mean come ON!

In short, I was ready to be disappointed and I was disappointed. Hold on. Double negative, check. Carry the one.

As for my drinkin’ pals, the screening wrapped at 9 and the monthly public gathering of Atlanta’s famed bloggers began at 7. Fashionably late, I was fortunate enough to have missed a few car bombs and arrived just in time to experience the joy and charm of alcohol induced ADD. WOOT! It’s always good to see these faces that managed to show themselves (dig), as well as to meet a few newbies. The best part very well could have been the Maigh pose.