Stephen Schmidt and the Deathly Harry Potter Fans

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Yeah, I’ve read all the books. Yeah, I bought the latest one. Yeah, I finished it.

Friday night, Oak Park decided to stay open late. As in, past 9 PM. It was too celebrate the launch of the last Harry Potter book – one that I’ll admit I had been waiting for. After seeing Sheila’s show at the Goodman, we decided to head out to Oak Park – just to see what Oak Park at 11 PM looked like.

harry_potter_stephen.jpg

Yeah, I’ve read all the books. Yeah, I bought the latest one. Yeah, I finished it.

Friday night, Oak Park decided to stay open late. As in, past 9 PM. It was too celebrate the launch of the last Harry Potter book – one that I’ll admit I had been waiting for. After seeing Sheila’s show at the Goodman, we decided to head out to Oak Park – just to see what Oak Park at 11 PM looked like. Normally, it’s a ghost town, filled with a couple cops and some high school kids who are “breakin’ the rules no matter what mom and dad say!”. But Friday… Friday was different. There were a lot more cops, and a lot of kids – lining up in front of bookstores. (Oak Park has three within a 300 yd. span). Most dressed like a wizard – and of course the obligatory girls with shirts, ties, and short short skirts. So, it sorta reminded me like hanging outside of SoundBar on a Sunday night.

harry_potter_stephen.jpg

Yeah, I’ve read all the books. Yeah, I bought the latest one. Yeah, I finished it.

Friday night, Oak Park decided to stay open late. As in, past 9 PM. It was too celebrate the launch of the last Harry Potter book – one that I’ll admit I had been waiting for. After seeing Sheila’s show at the Goodman, we decided to head out to Oak Park – just to see what Oak Park at 11 PM looked like. Normally, it’s a ghost town, filled with a couple cops and some high school kids who are “breakin’ the rules no matter what mom and dad say!”. But Friday… Friday was different. There were a lot more cops, and a lot of kids – lining up in front of bookstores. (Oak Park has three within a 300 yd. span). Most dressed like a wizard – and of course the obligatory girls with shirts, ties, and short short skirts. So, it sorta reminded me like hanging outside of SoundBar on a Sunday night.

While managing our way through the throngs of witches with wands, talking on cell phones decrying how they “couldn’t totally believe” that someone would do something – we first decided to get some ice cream. I mean, I was going to throw down $35 for a book, might as well do the same for some Cold Stone Creamery, right? After filing for a second mortgage to buy the ice cream, we wandered a bit, and ended up at a Border’s on the corner of Harlem and Lake. There were about 4000 people inside, and another 2500 outside. Screaming that I had a “pregnant woman here” (Sheila wasn’t too happy about that) – we managed our way inside. Just inside the door was a Border’s gal – with an earpiece, like what they wear at Old Navy. I wonder if they wear them all the time, or just when Harry Potter books are released. Anywhoo – I asked her if I didn’t have a reservation, could I get a book. She looked at me and said, “Honey, we’ve got so many of these things. If you wait here tonight, you’re not gonna get one until after 3. Come back tomorrow – we open at 8.”

Well no shit. They open at 8? What am I doing here then?

Leaving, that’s what. Sheila and I dashed off to our broomstick, ice cream in hand – and I again came to the realization – I’m too old to be waiting in line for shit. For anything. Tickets, Books, iPhones…. I’m not gonna wait for anything. Tables, People – NOTHING.

Not even the internet. If the page doesn’t load – fuck it, I’m moving on. That’s my thing now. I’m not waiting – because Harry Potter doesn’t die. Does die. Doesn’t Die. Eh – if you’re reading this – you probably don’t care that he dies. Doesn’t die.

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