Sometimes life throws an epic adventure straight at your head and you either duck or bleed. At Thursday night’s premiere of the 4th installment of the Twilight franchise, Breaking Dawn …part I, I got smacked hard on the noggin and resolved myself to let it bleed.
Full of 20 ounce double caesars, a mojito or two, a re-cap of major events leading up to this point in the movie franchise, and we were ready to hit the theatre.
Shoe shuffling our way through the masses, armed with popcorn combo #2 (and an unhealthy dose of m&m almonds sprinkled on top for good measure), we squeezed into the last 4 seats in the theatre – front row centre – and watched as Jacob, Edward and Bella tried to figure themselves out. 
And okay, I’ll sheepishly admit that it was kind of awesome. I mean, it’s not that I’m into melodramatically overwrought vampire movies that bludgeon their way through the passionate ache of teen love, teen angst, and teen-pregnancy at a pace akin to chilled molasses. It was awesome because I got to hang out for the evening with some great friends and bond over having shared in a completely surreal experience.
And next year (I’m told sometime around November 16), I’m pretty sure it will happen all over again.