Well, dear readers, there were several book stores having Stephenie Meyer parties last night, and while I didn't intend to stay at one until midnight to obtain the next installment of our favorite vampire chronicles (or the "sparkly, twinkly, beautiful vampires" - as Brandon refers to them - he read the first book and thought it was okay, but is now able to mock and lampoon the series with greater accuracy as well). Anyway, the local stores couldn't guarantee they would have enough to sell one on Saturday morning, so we went up to Borders around 10:00 (Jamie, Michelle and I) to get an arm band so that Michelle could have some priority. Well, to make a long story short, by the time we got the arm band, and hung out for a few minutes it was 10:30, and we figured...in for a penny in for a pound, why not just stay? And we could save gas. :)
Well, it was quite an experience. There were about 200 "Twilighters" there, and they had crafts, trivia games, modeling (people dressed like the characters), and a Jacob/Edward debate - the other two parts of Bella's love triangle for those of you uninitiated. It was a little strange. I would guess the average age of the fans was about 15 or 16, but it was hard to tell since some younger fans probably needed drivers. There were also a handful of males, although literally that. One guy had on a funny shirt. It said, "I'm not gay. I only twinkle because I'm a vampire." It was a big hit with the crowd. The other funny thing that happened was that early in the evening (in relative terms) Michelle was a little uncomfortable with the idea of wearing the bracelet and figuring out where she should be standing in line, so she said that one of us should. I told her yeah, right. As if I should stand in line as a 47 year old guy with all the teeny boppers. Parental doting behaviors do have limits. It would be pretty funny though. She calmed down when she saw how it was done and was fine eventually. Today she is tired, but has her "baby", so she is happy.
One other thing I will write about Michelle before I get off: the other day we were in the car and I had changed the radio station at her request (after a short delay to remember who the artist was - Iron Butterfly - I know you were dying to know what band would stump me for a minute), and I put out my hand for my usual request. "Give me five if you love me, 25 million if you don't." This of course forces her to give me five, reaffirming her undying love for her father. When she is in a mood though, as she was at the time, she repeatedly gives five and begins to count..."five, ten, fifteen, twenty...". She rarely gets past 25 though without cracking a smile and giving up.
I hope you all have a good weekend. We have been busy here, but 1) Brandon has found meaningful work at a pump and valve warehouse, 2) my big reports are almost done, and 3) we are making end of summer plans. More info upcoming, but it looks like Jamie will be driving out to Utah with Cam, and then flying back. More later...I haven't forgotten that I still owe stories to you. Oh, and I have been amazed at the Facebook explosion among family and friends in the last two months. See you all somewhere...
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