Tuesday, November 13, 2012

This is it.  I'm about to embark on the last journey to see the last installment of the Twilight Saga.  This is it.  

A look back:

I talked about how it all began.

New Moon, the first of the pilgrimages.

Eclipse, awesome because it was the one movie released in the summer.

Breaking Dawn, Part I*.

And now, this.  Part II, Thursday night.  I love Twilight because I can love it with zero baggage.  I have no expectations.  I've never read the books, so whatever the filmmakers do is a-okay with me.  I watch them, ceremonially, with Annie, and we make a thing of it.  We wear t-shirts, we go to dinner, we focus all our energies on this one, special event (and then that event spread over the next few days as well).

I had kind of an odd moment when we got back to Brooklyn after Breaking Dawn, part I.  I was awake with Edie, very late/early in the morning.  I was looking up up at the cold, clear moon, and it occurred to me that I missed my window to love these books/movies as they were intended.  I love them, but they will never be real to me, not as they would be if I had found them at 16, or 15, or 14.  I'm not sorry, but, I don't know, maybe I am, a little.

I approach this BIG TRIP with a little sadness as well, but the good kind.  The good time reaching its zenith kind.  More of a melancholy happiness.

BIG TRIP 2012.

*looking back I realize that I never wrote a post about Breaking Dawn, part I.  I wrote a bunch about North Carolina; maybe I was building up to a post that never got written.  In summation, it was a good trip, made a touch complicated by the newborn I was carrying around.  Annie and I did our traditional mall-going and Cafe Capistrano-eating, and same shirt-buying.  I wore a Forks High sweatshirt and jeans that I barely fit into.  I'm wearing the same jeans this trip.  They fit much better.

1 comment:

  1. MJ read this post over my shoulder. She laughed. She thinks you're funny. I think so too, but I kinda wish I was there watching with you. I promise I'd be as quiet as possible. Nothing louder than a mouse having a panic attack.