Once upon a time, I myself got sucked into the tween Twilight phenomenon.
I read all four books within 2 weeks – twice.
I swooned over the love story of Bella and Edward.
And I even went to the midnight showing of New Moon.
I’m embarrassed to admit all of this, because it really is so very out of my character.
Oh who am I kidding… I’ve already admitted my Bieber fever here as well.
Clearly, I am a Tween pretending to be a grown up.
This Twilight fascination started out simply enough though. The ex was not yet the ex, and his daughter (12 at the time) had started reading the books. The way she talked about them (with all kinds of pent-up teenage excitement) reminded me of everything I had gotten equally worked up about when I was her age (hello JTT posters and seeing Titanic 13 times in the theater!) I picked up the first book out of sheer curiosity, and because I wanted it to be something we could talk about together. I hadn’t anticipated liking it at all. In fact, I was fairly sure I was going to be bored out of my mind.
I am (after all) a highly intellectual individual (in my own mind of course) with grown up tastes and literary predilections far more sophisticated than anything Stephenie Meyer could ever even dream to conjure up.
I was sure I would hate this book; convinced it was simply something I should endure to help connect with this little girl I used to think would one day be my step daughter.
I wound up devouring it in 2 days. And rabidly running to a book store late at night to get the second in the series.
I dropped money I didn’t have on hard cover editions when I couldn’t find the paperbacks.
I stayed in and avoided interaction with everyone I knew.
It was all I could do to force myself away long enough to go to work and eat.
These books sucked me in, and I could not put them down.
I still can’t explain it. The writing isn’t really my style, and I’ve never been all that interested in vampire stories before.
But there I was; swooning. Desperate for more. Unable to get enough.
A twenty-something Twi-Hard in need of a serious vampire fix.
I fell in love with the love story. And I even became jealous of Bella and her sparkly half vampire baby.
Because seriously, where is my vampire liaison?!? If getting my insides ripped in half by a little vampire mutt and having to become a vampire myself is what it's going to take for me to become a mother; where the heck do I sign up?
Yes, I was Twi-Hard enough to actually find myself daydreaming about being Bella Swan.
Something happened in the last year though. Life I guess. Life, and loss, and distraction.
Because I have still yet to see Eclipse in the theaters.
An injustice I have every intention of rectifying this evening (thank you Bears Tooth Theater Pub – I love you and your $3 movies combined with beer, wine, and the yummiest menu this side of Canada!)
But still. It’s been out for 2 months now! I am clearly a Twi-Hard failure.
This wasn’t entirely my fault however.
The midnight showing of Eclipse came out days before I left for my first IVF round. I was on hormones, exhausted, and filled up with all kinds of fear and anxiety. Plus, my friends were going to see all 3 movies in a row starting at 7PM.
And in all reality – I was not fully equipped to spend that much time in a movie theater chair.
Instead, I made plans to see it with Mrs. King after I returned home. We had been anxiously discussing it for weeks, and I couldn’t wait to finally see this movie she had already seen 3 times by that point (yes, I have grown up friends who are bigger Twi-Hards than I am). The date was set and I was all ready to go on a perfect Sunday afternoon.
Until I woke up that fateful morning to blood.
And was told to stay in bed until I could get into a doctor the next morning.
Where I was told that I officially had not gotten pregnant.
The next few weeks were hazy at best. Missing out on Eclipse was obviously the least of my worries.
I just didn’t care.
A few weeks ago though, I remembered that I still had not seen this movie I had been so excited for. So I called up Chatty, and we made plans to go see it together on the following Saturday afternoon.
We were talking about it with anticipation the entire drive to the theater.
Only to arrive and discover that the previous evening had been the last night it was showing.
Crushed, I bought us tickets to see Nanny McPhee.
Yes. I spent almost $20 to watch Nanny McPhee. Let me tell you what – I was not a happy Twi-Hard.
That's all going to be resolved tonight though. I am going to sit back and enjoy movie number 3 with a few of my favorite girls, some wine, and some tasty Bears Tooth snacks.
So if you really think about it, it was probably worth the wait when you consider all the extras I’m getting out of the deal (and the fact that this ticket will cost me $3 instead of almost $10. Seriously – I have a special spot in my heart for Bears Tooth.)
I am going to kick back, enjoy, and swoon with the best of them.
For the record though; I'm going to have to claim Team Jacob here. I dig Edward in the books, but R. Pattz doesn't really do a thing for me.
(thank you Google Images!)
That topless 17 year old werewolf though? MmmmmmmHmmmmmm… That boy is swoon-worthy for sure.
It turns out I may also have a predilection for shirtless teenage boys.
Like I said: I am a tween pretending to be a grownup.
Secretly in love with a werewolf.
