Susan, I feel your pain, though mine is coming from Canada, as they have the UK cover and text, and there's no ocean between.

Oh, I pointed that out to DH. I mean, Canada is about a three-hour drive from our house!

I think having 3 paper-backs and 2 (soon to be 3) hard-cover helps me care a lot less on the "must be same version!" front. For me, it's largely a protest of the "what do you mean you're calling it the Sorcerer's Stone.? That's just silly"

My copy of HP is the UK edition. I miss the illustration, but it is more handily portable.

Off to see the David before we check out. I need coffee. (And I feel no latte will ever be the same now that I've had them here. Nummy.)

Ciao!

Back from running amok w/Perkins and Jilli.

Perkins' new hair is very cute.

I am very tired.

Unfortunatley, I didn't fulfill my dream of getting a hand on Billy Idol. They had a barracade at the front of the crowd, and there were all these tall people in front of me anyway. But I made eye contact! Yay!

First thing to know about the Vans Warped Tour. If you want to see the band, do not get up front and center. YOu will spend half your time trying to stay on your feet and the other half of the time dodging crowd surfers.

Second thing to know: Crowd surfers do not pay attention to where their feet are going. Thank god he wasn't wearing Doc or stupid platforms, the kid who kicked me in the head.

Third thing: Middle aged people are invisible. And sometimes collect weird sidelong glances, especially from kids who are trying to be sly about their pot smoking. Sunglasses are great for gazing off with apparent unconcern as you watch people.

But, Billy. Damn, the man is sex on feet. Chocolate sex on feet. Of course he took his shirt off. And he grinned a lot. But he only played for half an hour! Too many bands to fit in for anything longer. That sucked!

I'll probably be more coherent tomorrow. It was a record hot day, and Billy didn't play unti 6:30, and they weren't allowing re-entry, so I had to slink from shade to shade for eight hours. By the time Billy played, I was worried about heat prostration and just tired.

Punk bands sound alike, and most of the singers can't. Or won't. Dropkick Murphys were fun. I've never felt asphalt vibrate under my feet before.

Yay, connie! Glad you got to ogle your Idol.

Pictures from today (well, just two). Perkins and I have new hair.

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Nice hair.

Lots of good hair going around tonight.

So. Back from a night out. We were at a biker bar for a while, which was cool. We planned to go back there at midnight for the Saturday night "Smut and Eggs". They serve brunch starting at midnight, and show cheesy 70s porn. Fun stuff. As it happened, we didn't go back, but ended up at a classically Chicago gay bar - one TV showing hardcore gay porn, the other showing West Wing with closed captioning.