Little C: Harry Potter World-Land
Oh man readers, it's been a wonderful day. My friend Bailey is in town for the week visiting and today we decided that while she was out here we would uproot the entire house and head out to Universal Studios to make our nerd trip to the Holy Land. That's right, we went to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
Now, officially the Harry Potter part of the park doesn't open til next month, but they're letting people in to run around a month early to test everything out. They say things like "We could shut the attractions or the world down at any time" but they don't really mean it. We wandered in and I quickly pulled my sunglasses on so that no one could tell that I was starting to tear up. Christy could tell anyway, but at least the strangers around us were oblivious. We were both thinking the same thing. "Mimi would have loved this place." Our grandmother was a huge fan of the Harry Potter books and she would have been as delighted as we were to step into the streets of Hogsmead.
We did a lot of shopping, both CT and I got "Head Girl" pins for our respective houses (Ravenclaw and Slytherin) and we probably got a little bit of everything in the candy store because that's what our childhoods are made of. I can reliably say everything was great except the Exploding Bon Bons which were fucking gross but probably useful for giving to people you don't like. There's also a tavern which is part restaurant, part bar, part sketchy meet up place for shady wizards looking to swap spells. But it had Butter Beer which we've all been fantasizing about for more than a decade so... The Butter Beer comes in soda or slushie form (I tried both) and they serve regular beer as well. Really I could have eaten my way through that place and been so damn happy but also we got home and immediately needed salads because we had so much sugar. We needed an adult to run interference on our dietary intake, but we lacked the self control to actually take any steps in that direction. I kept giggling at the people calling credit cards "muggle plastic" and Christy immediately pulled out her pin and wore it around the rest of the day.
All of the shops carry merch from all the houses but I can't help but notice that almost every store had what I call an "asshole corner" where you can buy shirts that proclaim that you're a death eater. Because you should be able to let all the other nerds know that you are a sociopath without them having to actually talk to you? Not sure. But maybe don't trust anyone in one of those, just for kicks.
Now, officially the Harry Potter part of the park doesn't open til next month, but they're letting people in to run around a month early to test everything out. They say things like "We could shut the attractions or the world down at any time" but they don't really mean it. We wandered in and I quickly pulled my sunglasses on so that no one could tell that I was starting to tear up. Christy could tell anyway, but at least the strangers around us were oblivious. We were both thinking the same thing. "Mimi would have loved this place." Our grandmother was a huge fan of the Harry Potter books and she would have been as delighted as we were to step into the streets of Hogsmead.
We did a lot of shopping, both CT and I got "Head Girl" pins for our respective houses (Ravenclaw and Slytherin) and we probably got a little bit of everything in the candy store because that's what our childhoods are made of. I can reliably say everything was great except the Exploding Bon Bons which were fucking gross but probably useful for giving to people you don't like. There's also a tavern which is part restaurant, part bar, part sketchy meet up place for shady wizards looking to swap spells. But it had Butter Beer which we've all been fantasizing about for more than a decade so... The Butter Beer comes in soda or slushie form (I tried both) and they serve regular beer as well. Really I could have eaten my way through that place and been so damn happy but also we got home and immediately needed salads because we had so much sugar. We needed an adult to run interference on our dietary intake, but we lacked the self control to actually take any steps in that direction. I kept giggling at the people calling credit cards "muggle plastic" and Christy immediately pulled out her pin and wore it around the rest of the day.
Because she would have been
All of the shops carry merch from all the houses but I can't help but notice that almost every store had what I call an "asshole corner" where you can buy shirts that proclaim that you're a death eater. Because you should be able to let all the other nerds know that you are a sociopath without them having to actually talk to you? Not sure. But maybe don't trust anyone in one of those, just for kicks.
It was an amazing day, and Christy and Lex and I all got season passes so we can essentially live there every time we have a day off. Because we may not actually get to take a trip to a magical castle, but this is probably the next best thing.
Stay Nerdy,
Little C
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