So, as some of you may know, Molly is a bit of a fan of the works of J.K. Rowling. She has a little obsession. In fact, if you even mention that you have ever heard of Harry Potter, you will receive a full blow rant about Harry and her love for the various characters. And don't even think about disagreeing with her. She has a passion, and it is Harry Potter.
On Saturday, July 21, the seventh and final book was released, but the night before, there were HUGE release parties at bookstores all over the city (and world) at midnight. We had scoped out our bookstore the week before during Bastille Day, and Molly said it would suffice. Although to be fair, she had already reserved her book at five other Borders and Barnes and Noble bookstores, both here in the city and in Washington D.C. (there was an outside chance she would be away on a business trip). While the store at 57th and Park Ave (on the east side, an easy subway ride downtown) was not her first choice, it was the easiest to get too, and a straight shot home so that she could start reading that night.
Before we left for the store at 10:30 at night, we sat around watching the movies, catching up with the characters' roots. She was getting a little anxious and excited, so we decided that it would be best to get moving and take part in the events planned at the bookstore.

Just look how excited that girl is. She was about to leap onto the subway as it came to a stop. The plan was to get there, play some games, get some food, and line up when the time came. Molly had gotten up early on Friday morning (she took the day off from work) and went down at 7:30 AM to line up to get a ticket so that she would be one of the first to get the book that night. She got number 24, not bad since they were lining up in groups of 25. The first ticket was to be raffled off just a few minutes before midnight.

At the bookstore, I enjoyed some Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans guessing games. The store had set up a small table with about 50 little white cups, with one jellybean at the bottom of each cup. The goal was to eat the bean and guess what flavor it was. I proved to be especially adept at this game, nailing both the earth and fried egg flavored beans, and winning us a couple of raffle tickets. Before I was able to flex my tasting skills a few more times for the 12 year olds, Molly made me buy her a water and forced me to have a butterbeer. I think I may have lost a tooth in the sweet concoction.
After wondering around the store for anther half an hour or so, it was time for the line up. We headed downstairs and wondered over to the start of the line. People were already set to go, they just had to raffle off the first ticket along with some other goodies. Some guy right next to us won a sweet framed poster sign by the artist, and he got very excited. When it came time for the big one, Molly and I pulled out the raffle tickets I had won through my jellybean skills. They read out the numbers, and I had won! Molly was so excited, she couldn't stop smiling and hitting me. I gave her the ticket, and they let both of us go to the front of the line.

Oh yea, front of the line! We were the first ones in New York (at this store) to buy the Harry Potter book. The employees thought it was strange that I was buying two books, but we got the books, took our loot (which included a poster and some stickers), and bolted out the front door before the crowd tore us apart. Outside Molly jumped into a cab before I was out the door.

Molly reading in the cab. We got home in about five minutes and stayed up till 2 AM reading. It was a good book, and a funny night. A good time for the last book. Molly was able to finish it the next day while I was at work. It took me a week to read it, much longer than Molly would have liked, as she wanted someone to talk to about the book.

Yep, that's the golden ticket right there. Note how Harry is holding it.