Birthday candles, eyelashes, shooting stars and 11:11, thank you for doing your thing.
So my neighborhood sucks.
We don't have bookstores, book tours ("Mom can I go to Arizona and get my books signed? How about South Carolina?"), author visits, we don't have anything. We have beaches. For the people who venture outside.
Finally, finally we have a midnight viewing for a book to movie adaptation that I will legitimately buy a t-shirt and cry for. It's not on a school night. It's not too far away. It's not going to cost a bajillion dollars. It's right down the street.
Best point: even if I'm grounded, it's my bestie's birthday and Mom will let me go.
I am going to buy my "Better in Black" shirt and scream until I drop.
I haven't been this happy in years.