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Harry Potter is great

but real life is even better. Allow me to illustrate:

On Saturday night I toasted Deb & Nopporn’s engagement with a rhubarb-gin cocktail at a chichi Mississippi Street bar named after a number. Deb and Nopporn are getting married!

On Sunday I lay about on the Sauvie Island nudie beach, which p.c. Northwesterners prefer to call “clothing optional.” A very naked man walked slowly by the edge of the waves, playing the bagpipes.

Tonight I am heading to Concerto de la Peur, a 1962 French film in which “Parisian drug gangs (one led by a blind, philosophical, trumpet-playing boss) are battling over turf leading to kidnappings, beatings, murders, betrayals,… stolen lust, striptease and a great cat fight.”

So there you have it, enchantment, gnomes, and dark magic. And in between it all I also finished the book.

posted by tortaluga @ 8:28 PM