Fire and Ice

Yeah, I'm a total freak. But I'm in good company. Behold, the Eclipse party!

Looksi--Jacob decided to swing by for this party! He was tired of cardboard Eddie getting all of the attention. They are now living in the party shed together, and I'm fairly certain I hear allegations of "dog stench" and "bloodsucker" coming from the shed when I'm falling asleep at night. It's exhausting.

Even Dobbie got in on the action. He's totally Team Edward. Or, as Lance asserted "He's trying to hide from the madness--like me." This was before Sharla caught him reading the Eclipse Companion Movie Guide when she ran back into the house to get her sweater. Did you say escaping, or embracing?

We did a taco bar again. Why mess with a good thing? Beef--good! Chips--good! Sweet corn mush--good! Cheese--good! All good.




Twi-Hards are always a fun crowd. It's especially fun when they wrap their various limbs around Edward and Jacob to make them seem more lifelike.

We even had a resident Twi-Guy. Three cheers for Kevin! PS--he loves Smith Morrissey, so he's on the party list for life!

Chelsea and Edward...and Renesme.

Maureen sinking her fangs into Jake

We may have overdone it on the vampy tooth whitening, yes?

A fine place to be, I must say

HT checking out the famous wolfy abs

Sharla chose unwisely. He may be a stand-in space heater, but he's young and volatile. You'll regret it when you make him angry, girl!

Team Renesme!! The party was Chelsea's due date. We told her that she was brave for going to the theatre, but that she better hold off on the whole labor bit because we weren't about to miss a minute of the movie. She did not give birth @ AMC, I am seriously happy to report.

What movie would be complete without a delicious candy bar? No movie I want to see! SOO glad I have to do my glucose test this week.

Upon arriving for the midnight show, we were greeted with this crazy line of superfans. They had several theatres going from midnight on all night long. 4 AM show anyone? Can you imagine? I would die.
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Thanks to all of you crazy ladies who keep me silly, young and fun when I'm feeling boring, old, and prego. We had 3 prego's at the midnight show--how's that for committed fans!

See you when Breaking Dawn, well, breaks in 2011!! Mark your calendars now, girls.

Team Edward for life!! Immortal life!!

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!