(Photo: Brilliant, but unknown source)
Nothing like following the "I'm 25!" post with the "I saw the last Harry Potter on opening night" post.
This was my first midnight movie. I hadn't anticipated the shocking amount of plaid and audience participation. Also, I don't recommend drinking 20 ounces of iced coffee before it starts, or you'll spend the last quarter of the movie in bladder agony.
The film was good, though quite bittersweet. I listened to the 7th book on tape during the drive up to my senior year of college. I was unpacking my belongings into my dorm room as the character's lives were summed up neatly in the post-script. I was folding clothes...and sobbing. Their lives at school were ending, my life at school was ending. They were adults, I was an adult. And while it's been several years since then, it still represents a distinct part of my adolescence.
A very fond farewell, Harry.