The Loot from Harry Potter World
Ah, the loot. I love loot. Looty, loot, loot.
If you’re a Harry Potter fanatic heading to the Wizarding World for the first time, you should check your wallet with someone who’s less enthused to be there. You might get caught up in the atmosphere and try to buy everything you see. And this shit isn’t cheap.
All of the Harry Potter World merchandise is in-character. Most of the candy and toy packages feature a tiny, requisite Harry Potter logo on the back. Other than the covert logo, the packaging is true to the story. When you get home and sort through your haul, it looks like you apparated into the Harry Potter universe and scored some genuine Honeydukes treats and Zonko’s gags.
A Birthday Gift From The Gawds: Part 2
Moving right along with the investigation of my birthday gift from the Gawds, the next thing that stood out was food. Junk Food!
That’s a fucking huge container of Cheese Balls. It filled up approximately 60% of the space in The Ominous Black Birthday Gift Bag—maybe even more. I wasn’t very scientific in calculating that 60% number, but it sounded more observant that 50%. Plus, the word “approximately” is a multisyllabic Get Out Of Jail Free card for being imprecise. I am certain that the Cheese Ball container fills up over half the bag, though, so I’m sticking with 60%.
Back From Paradise
Sorry for the lack of posts over the past couple of weeks. I was on vacation last week at my home-away-from-home, Captiva Island. Since then I have been fighting a nasty case of Post Vacation Laziness Disorder. Captiva Island is a quiet little island off the coast of Ft. Myers, Florida. We were trapped under Tropical Depression #5 for a majority of the time, so all there was to do was shop, eat like pigs, and drink ourselves stupid. I was cool with that. On our last day there, the weather finally cleared up and there were some awesome waves on the normally tranquil beach. My drunk ass waddled out there, got tossed all over the place, and carried a few hundred yards down the beach by the current. After about 15 minutes, I gave up my futile attempt to swim. Even sober I had no shot against those waves without a board, but it was still crazy fun to play in.