Farewell, Twihards!

Cry me a Twi-River. We had to say one final farewell to Jake and Eddie. You might say we've been a tad bit obsessed over the years.

Where it all started

Twilight

New Moon

Eclipse

Breaking Dawn Part One

Lancer was all "Hey! Let's paint the accent wall in the kitchen so it looks better for the Breaking Dawn party." Who am I to argue with his genius observations?

Hey, boys!

Somebody brought their shirtless Jacob doll. It cost less because it's half naked.

I love the newest Edward poster in the middle. Meow.

We chowed down on our usual Twi fare. Taco bar, sweet corn much, chips and guacamole, and copious amounts of DC. Ooh--smuggled in movie candy as well.

We accosted the cardboard cutouts. Standard fare.

Team Dogface

Team Sparkle

Classy Lady Heather told us to lick Jake's abs for her in a super classy way. We feel like we delivered.

B is still a Team Edward gal. Lance put the cardboard dudes up and asked her to pick one. He referred to Jake as "Team Dogface" and Edward as "Team Big Dummy" and asked which one she liked better. She thought about it and then yelled "Team Big Dummy!" Smartie.

I kicked B and Lancer out at 6:30 PM sharp. I shoved him out the door with a plate of food (at least I fed him!) and told him to find a place to eat. I asked B the next morning where they ate, and she busted up laughing and told me they ate in a parking lot. I verified with Lancer--totally true. She still laughs when you ask her about it.

Off to the theater! Candace offered to go hold our place in line. She took a nice, comfy chair to relax in.

I smuggled Jake into the theater. Hotblooded loser heated up my Diet Coke. That's why I stick with cold, sparkly vamps.

Okay. If you saw my BD Part One review, you know I didn't think it was all that great. But Part Two?? WOW! I wasn't expecting it to be good at all, and I thought it was GREAT! At one point, the audience was losing their minds. Like gasping, screaming, and freaking out. I saw it the following night (no judging!) and it hilarious to see it happen all over again.

Time to pack up all the posters, schwag, t-shirts, and cutouts. I can hardly wait for the next age-inappropriate paranormal series to capture my heart. Neither can Lance.

Edward Cullen now belongs in my mythological loves category along with Jake Ryan, Gilbert Blythe, and Donnie Wahlberg. I know Donnie's technically real, but I have to blank out that man pat he gave me when we actually met so he can remain in my heart forever.

Sparkle on!

Sushi O Sushi

Went to sushi with the Le Bebe tonight. We dined with an American, an Irish lass, an Italian gent, and a German lady. That sounds like the start of a good joke, but it's not. Well, it may be--but in this case, it's not.


In any case, B not only learned how to use chopsticks...



...she took the Suhi O Sushi challenge, and ate a whole chunk of wasabi.

What did your (less impressive) baby do today?

Total Eclipse of the Heart

My Peeps came through again. The highly coveted press passes for the Twilight Saga once again landed in my lap. It would have been a crying shame to let them go to waste.

Let me break down my deep thoughts on Eclipse. And they are deep.

The Good

Two words: Sleeping Bag!!

Hot vampy makeouts!

Hot wolfy makeouts!

The sleeping bag!!

Gone is the the white flour, er, makeup from the first 2 movies, as are the bad wigs, Bella's annoying faces/lip biting/hair-behind-ear-tucking, and Edward's overly pained expressions. Some may have even referred to them as constipation-like. Not me, of course, because Rpatz may be reading this right now, and I don't want to be barred from Breaking Dawn. (It was Heather T, RPatz!)

The utterance of the words "Mrs. Cullen." Swoon.

The sleeping bag!!

A totally shirtless Jacob--the entire movie. No, really. Even Edward complains about his lack of shirts.

A certain wolf's 16 pack.

The Bad

Not much to complain about here, though the music wasn't stellar. I prefer the previous soundtracks.

The Ugly

The fuggy engagement ring that's even fuggier than imagined on a large screen. It caused laughter and booing in our theatre. It's almost enough to make you permanently switch to Team Jacob.


This movie is Team 50/50. I loved Edward in Twilight, I learned to love Jacob in New Moon, and I shamelessly bounced back and forth between teams in Eclipse like some dirty little traitor. I'm the Benedict Arnold of the series.

You know what I love more than Edward? The words "Reserved Section." Now that makes me swoon.

The people who took this picture laughed. A lot.

Looking forward to the Eclipse party tomorrow night, ladies! And then off to the midnight showing less than 24 hours from now. Bring on the screaming and fainting tweens! I must say, those not attending the midnight show tomorrow night will be MISSING OUT. Kids, work, you're not a night owl, you're saving it for another friend, collapsed lung (just kidding, A! Get better!) blah...blah...blah. You should cry serious tears for every hour past midnight tomorrow night that you have to wait to see this movie. It's by far the best out of the three. Don't say I didn't warn you!

I mentioned the sleeping bag scene, right? See you tomorrow night, Eddie!

Vamps, Wolves, Choppers & Mud Baths

Or, how I spent my weekend.

Kicked off the crazy on Thursday night with Twilight in the theatre with Sharla. She had never seen it on the big screen, so I joined her. I'm not one to turn down Junior Mints and a 20 foot Eddie. Then, since we were already there....we decided to stay for the midnight showing of New Moon. We couldn't help ourselves. We make no apologies.

I had to be up by 7:30 the next morning and kind of wanted to die. But the thought of RPatz' hair and Tay-Tay's abs kept me going. And a gallon drum of Diet Coke. And a lot of sugar.

And then it was finally time for what I had been waiting months for...my New Moon party!


This handsome couple showed up, took a few pics, and then I told the one with scruff to scram. I gave him bonus points for his solid, smoldering stare-down competition with Jacob. However--maybe next time he should try it in front of a poster featuring someone less, um, smoldering. Someone like Jerry Lewis! Then he would surely win the stare-down contest. (Just kidding, T! Love the red and black!)

May I welcome you to Forks? Eddie stopped by to oversee the night's activities. He's so thoughtful that way.

SQUUUEAALLL!! Did you see that he is holding my hand in this pic??

Kristine laying a little sugar on her favorite teenaged werewolf

Sharla fitting right into the advertisements

Once Lancer came out of his man cave, he discovered that his house was plastered with pictures and posters of half-naked oily wolves and vamps, and women in their 30's getting a little too friendly with a cardboard cutout. He was very uncomfortable with this for some reason.

The Gang

In addition to a super low-key taco bar, we did some tasty Twi Treats to take to the movie--all red and black, of course.


We ate our food, listened to the Twilight soundtrack, took a quiz and giggled about our favorite boys. And, yes, New Moon really was just as great the third time. Except for the part where RPatz runs like a girl in a flowing vest during a dream sequence--you know which part I'm talking bout, Willis. That part was just as bad for the third time.

I finally got more than 5 hours of sleep, and then headed out to the Motorcycle show with Lancer. He was much happier at this than the crappy Fall Harvest Craft Fair.

@ The Harley Demo

I love these weird hybrid bikes--they are kind of like a snowmobile mixed with a motorcycle. 3 wheels, less chance to tip over. I'm all for it. We ran into our Stanford Ward friends, Jeff and Natalyn, at the show--I think Lancer has a new recruit for his biker gang. And Natalyn and I are going to try and spend more time on the back of the bikes. She has full leathers. I'm behind the times.

Then off to Napa!! Once we checked into our old-school Motel/Spa, Dr. Wilkinson's, we went to dinner at the CIA in St. Helena. SO tasty.

I started out with the roasted butternut squash soup. I told Lancer that I would spend a day in the kitchen if I could somehow re-create the delish soup at home. The waiter must have heard, and showed up with the recipe. It makes 3 gallons--so once I figure out how to make, oh, 4 cups, I will get busy.

Lance got the swordfish on a bed of lentils with bacon, and I got the steak with blue cheese sauce with fingerling potatoes. We shared the wilted spinach salad.

Lance got the apple marzipan tartine, and it made him make this face. I hope he steers clear of those down the line.

We love-love-love the CIA!

Napa is so beautiful! The fall colors were in full bloom all over. I love the small town charm.

After our mud baths, whirlpool, steam room, facial, and massage...we sadly packed up and headed back home. But not without a stop at Bouchon for lunch, and the Bouchon Bakery for baked goods to go. I love Thomas Keller.

Lancer got the apple/butternut squash soup with toasted hazelnuts, I got the french onion soup, and we shared the salad with warm goat cheese. All culinary perfection.

For entrees, I got the pan-seared trout, and Lancer got the roasted chicken.

Then we headed on home and relaxed. I really needed a weekend hanging out in Canadian peat moss and volvanic ash from the Napa Valley. I'm so glad Lancer intuitively knew this. He also intuitively knew I needed some cute Pumas, a new sweater dress, and tights to boot. What a smart gent.