Yeah, I know these two people don’t seem related, but you never know. Last night, Geeky Boy and I went to the requisite Harry Potter festivities at the bookstore. Last time we did this, we ran into an old schoolmate of his, whom he proceeded to run around with the whole time while I sat with her mother and drank coffee. This time, there was no one he knew. It was actually nice because we got to spend some time together just the two of us. We browsed for other books, looked at games, worked a crossword puzzle, ate snacks. Geeky Boy had a great time watching the magician. He knew how all the tricks were done because Mr. Geeky used to do magic shows and he’s showed him all the tricks. But he thought he was funny anyway. And he got to pet a bird and a rabbit.

I bought a couple of memoirs as a way to get some ideas for putting together my own and I realized I am at a huge disadvantage since I wasn’t abused, didn’t have an affair with my father, or have a drinking or drug problem. Also, I’m not gay (a trait that often accompanies one of the previous situations or causes them), or famous. So you know, I may have to be a little creative.

At midnight (actually 12:30-ish), we queued up for our book. We’d collected a few other purchases while standing around and waiting (being sucked into the corporate marketing). So we bought everything and headed home.

On the way home, Geeky Boy announced that he thought Valerie Plame had revealed herself to some people at the White House in order to discredit Karl Rove and hopefully get him fired. What I said about him not understanding the inner workings of politics? By George, I think he’s got it!