Confessions of a Twilight midnight showing

[seriousfic]

- A Breaking Dawn midnight premiere is basically the world's largest slumber party. That's not a metaphor. There were girls there bringing in blankets, pillows, wearing pajamas, going barefoot. I'd say "This is a place of business!" only we're showing Happy Feet 2, so that undercuts me a bit. Still, how did it come to pass that dozens of girls decided they were going to watch a movie in sleepwear? Was there a Facebook page or was it just a flocking instinct, like when birds go south for the winter? "My hindbrain detects that there will be two hundred preteen girls there, I'd better wear slippers."

- I haven't seen this many virgins in one place since I went to summer camp.

- Wearing a name tag that says "Hello, my name is Renesmee" on your stomach is just wrong.

- Likewise, there's something unsavory about wearing a T-shirt that says "Why am I covered in feathers?" Especially since the number of T-shirts convinced me that it was an official product. What's the back read, "And where are my panties?"

- To the man wearing the Team Alice T-shirt: I salute you, sir.

Comments

[mcity.livejournal.com]

>"Why am I covered in feathers?"

Do I want to know?

Do I want to even ask?

[colonel-green.livejournal.com]

Edward and Bella have bed-breaking sex and she wakes up bruised and covered in feathers.

[mcity.livejournal.com]

Whew!

I mean, relatively speaking.