"What did you do this weekend?" "Oh, just Hogsmeade. NBD."
Nerding out at Honeydukes. Her shirt: Your Mom's a Horcrux. My shirt: 99 Problems But a Snitch Ain't One.
If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter, 1) sorry and 2) you probably already know where I was this weekend. Spoiler alert: HARRY. POTTER. WORLD.
There was Hogwarts-ing. There was butterbeer-ing. There was Three Broomstick-ing. There was Ollivander-ing. There was Honeydukes-ing and Zonko's-ing, Bertie Bott's-ing and chocolate frog-ing. There was Hogwarts Express-ing. Dervish and Banges-ing. Dramatically overpriced wand-ing and robe-ing.
I had a little bit of tunnel vision before the trip, what with visions of butterbeer dancing in my head, so not only did I forget to check the weather before I packed, but I had no idea that Universal Studios also included these gems:
Barney the dinosaur, with Baby Bop gettin' down with her bad self.
JURASSIC MF'IN PARK.
P.S. I'm getting married here. You're all invited. I'm walking down the aisle to the theme song and the decor is "velociraptor chic." Dad said if I can find a man who'll marry me at Jurassic Park, he'll pay for it.
Because well... Sam, I am.
And if you've ever sought confirmation on that whole "the nut doesn't fall far from the tree" thing, this one's for you.