I'm not one of those almost-40-somethings who gets all hot and bothered by pent-up sexual frustration in the form of translucent-skinned vampire boys. In other words, I didn't do Twilight.
I am one of those almost-40-somethings who felt slightly awkward buying herself a Young Adult Science Fiction hardcover in which children were forced to kill each other in the name of allegience to their country. I quickly got over the embarrassment. Like, by page 3. So over it, in fact, that I whizzed through the entire trilogy faster than a Tracker Jacker.
And when tickets went on sale for the movie, a great big group of us (too-old-for-competition) Tributes banded together and snatched 'em up faster than a Tracker Jacker hopped up on Red Bull. But, because we have careers and at least a little pride to contend with, we decided to skip the midnight showing and hit the theatre tonight, you know, after work. And happy hour.
I haven't been this excited for a movie since … hmmm … I have never been this excited for a movie!!! I pray, as we converge on the Arena this evening, that the odds will be ever in our favor and the movie version doesn't suck.