“Yee-haw and Merry Fucking Christmas.” ~ Joanie
Merry Christmas and all that jazz. I hope you all got lots of stuff, and ate lots of stuff that you didn’t need to eat, and then went to the movies since that’s the only thing left to do, unless you’re at a family reunion-type holiday thing, in which case you’re probably arguing with someone or other.
The last week and half or so has been somewhat overwhelming. So I’m going to tell you all about it, except backwards from today, since I just want to shout from the rooftops that I am now the proud owner of a Legolas T-Shirt.
There’s something very gratifying about having an androgynous, sexy, beautiful elf with an admirable grasp of the obvious plastered across your boobs. It says something. Something like “I am a fangirl.” *squees* (see also: “I am a dork.”)
We all made out like bandits this year. I got two new sweatshirts and a sweater that’s kind of bizzare but really pretty. It reminds me kind of what the women in Minas Tirith were wearing. Dad picked it out for me when we were getting Mom’s present last night at TJ Maxx. I tried it on while I was wrapping it and it looks pretty good.
Nana got me a Jester hat to wear to the Gathering in Toronto. Never mind that it was last week. Mom told her that I was going as an elf, and she’s all, “Yes! It’s the perfect elf hat! But there’s no bells on it.” Lol. She also made my sister and I a scrapbook of our entire lives to date, which is really cool; there’s lots of pictures in there that I haven’t seen before, and she adds in little comments underneath the pictures like, “Why did they put the flowers in my best pot?”
*dances around happily* But the best present I got was a gift certificate for my bow! Kelsey actually got hers this morning under the tree, but they only had one in stock so I have to wait a week to get mine. Dad won’t let us get the arrows until spring, though, since he doesn’t want anyone getting maimed. *dances again* I am SO EXCITED!!!!
That was all this morning, which began by Kelsey screaming in my ear and waving her bow in my face.
Last night was kind of delusional. We decided to skip church and just stay home instead. Mom started reading that passage out of the Bible that she does every year that we stay home, with the glory unto you blah blah blah except she was using the stupid Good News Bible. So the story was simplified to the point of, “Mary was pregnant. They went to Bethlehem to be taxed. The Angel scared the shepherds. Blah blah, woof woof.” It was incredebly stupid, and we were all cracking up, so Mom finally got the other Bible and read out of that. Rockin’ with the fancy language. Verily I beseech thee, show me the way to Camillus.
Before that I fell asleep during the Nutcracker. I managed to stay awake through most of it, but the Sugar Plum Fairy pas de deux is really kind of tedious. She just does the same thing over and over again to really slow music. The next thing I know Mom is shaking me awake and trying to shove fudge down my throat.
Okay, rewind. Return of the King!
Okay. All I have to say about the movie itself is this: I loved it, however, I think they tried to jam too much into the end, but I also think that the EE will straighten out the end lumps. Pippin rocks my socks. I never paid that much attention to him before, but wow! He’s one of my favorite characters in this trilogy now.
Overload with the eye candy. Had to put up with acerbic comments from Justin telling my not to cream my pants when Legolas came on the screen in a tiara. Bastard.
Legolas was pretty but useless. However, he was pretty but useless in the books too, so I guess in some weird way PJ stayed true to the orignals in that.
Actually getting to the movie a challenge. Eventually we all got there- way after we were supposed to, so we wound up way down in front and on the side- even with Magoo hitting Justin’s car with his truck in the parking lot. My idiot sister insisted that she had to buy popcorn and so missed most of the previews. Due to Kelsey, Anastasia, and my mother being in the snack line (the other two trying to talk her out of it) they lost their seats. (Kate let them go to two random guys.) So they had to sit in the first row next to the wall and my mother wound up in the back someplace. She was really pissed about that.
No one got much sleep. Tom crashed on our couch for a while. This was due to the Gathering Ball.
Okay, so, we left B’ville at noon on Tuesday. Drove up to Canada, perfectly fine, okay. When we got the border the customs guy asked us where we were going, and then informed us that our event had started at one thirty and we were just a bit late. Patiently explained that it was a three day thing with lots of events, and we were only doing one and it started at six.
Drove on to Toronto. We listened to Kate’s tape of the “Rite of Spring”- possibly one of the most disurbing pieces of classical music ever written- and got on the wrong highway going north because they don’t seem to label exit numbers in Toronto. Finally got out of the hellish traffic and turned around to drive to Queen Street and find the hotel. When we got there they didn’t check out confirmation numbers or anything, just handed us our tickets and wham! that was it. So we rushed into the bathrooms, changed into our costumes, and headed out to find the shuttle bus but wound up taking a taxi instead.
Costumage: Jim went as a knight of Gondor, Tom went as Aragorn, Kate went as a Modern Elbereth, and I went as Arwen.
Jim’s costume: Handmade chainmail coat (drool) and a cloak and stuff. It was really cute, kind of non-specifiic but really nice. Tom’s costume: Aragorn’s battle outfit, with the cloak, the tree jerkin, and red shirt. His was awesome; it came out really good, especially the tree, which was really impressive, all silver lamé. He had the wig to go with it, which was cool. He really looked like Aragorn :-D Kate’s costume was a bit edgier; a tight, low-plunging blue dress over black leather pants with a rhinestone diadem. She was definetly the hottest thing on the dance floor. My costume was cool too, I guess- Arwen’s dress from the Two Towers, the periwinkle dream gown. It’s really simple, so… yeah. It’s in the movie, if you want to know what it looked like, lol.
So we danced the night away (or at least I did. I danced till I couldn’t lift my feet up off the floor anymore. Hee!) to an awesome band (Glass Hammer.)
There were absolutely gorgeous costumes there, including on Aragorn that was an exact movie replica, down to the embossed plate armor, two girls dressed up as the Argonath, a Sam pulling a Gollum around on a leash, and last but not least CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!!!!! Which was the fucking best part. Oh, that was cool.
Of course, being a schmuck I forgot my camera. Bastards.
The rest of this entry will be finished later, I guess, since my sister and I are off to see Peter Pan now.
Tra la la, all you beautiful people. *blows kisses*