Last Friday night, a bookstore was the place to be with all the Potter parties celebrating the final book release for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Joseph-Beth Booksellers in SouthPark Mall was more bumping than Uptown for the Marauding at Midnight Party. They counted down the sale of the book like it was New Years Eve, and let me tell you, those Potter fans partied like it was New Years Eve. And, you could be way under 21 to get into this party — kids were up way past their bedtime. They even had a band: Seth Boulton and the Dream Machine rocked out to the multi-generational crowd.

There were little kids dressed up like wizards that looked too young to have already mastered the ability to read, costumed families carrying brooms, tweens running around and adults enjoying the excitement coming from their kids as though they had taken them to Disney World. It was like New Years Eve slash Halloween in July. It’s as though Harry has his own holiday, but literature is something to celebrate after all.

10, 9, 8, … 1! Happy Harry Potter!

At midnight, the balloon dropped and cashiers were working faster than an assembly line at a toy factory. Within 20 minutes of the book going on sale, we made it to the end of the two-mile long line to the registers.

Bronte Bistro, the delectable little delicacy hidden within Joseph-Beth was serving up wizard snacks, muggle’s wine from a goblet and Polyjuice Potion. Bronte is a cool spot for girls to go on girl dates; their menu is derived from featured cookbooks sold at Joseph-Beth. Eating there made me want to buy every cookbook up in that store.

I think there may have been some Harry Potheads there as well — there was a costumed crew not dressed up like any of the characters within the series. No one was quite sure what they were suppose to be — grunge fairies and wizards in wonderland?

The Potter party was dead by 12:30. Everyone rushed home to read their book. I, on the other hand, went to Tyber Creek Pub for the Save Darfur Coalition fundraising event.

For all you Potter Partiers, there’s also the movie playing on the I-MAX at Discovery Place.

I didn’t realize Josepth-Beth Booksellers was such a happening nightlife spot — I’ve found a place for the closet nerd in me to play. They have book club meetings, and last week I attended a reading for Zane’s Dear Dr. G Spot. Speaking of Zane, she will be here for the Charlotte Literary Festival Aug. 11-12, and I will actually be at Wine Up reading excerpts from her book.

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  1. Glad to know that you’ve got nothing better to do with your time than make RUDE, HURTFUL, and UNNECESSARY comments about someone – what does this have to do with the article?

    You should be ashamed of yourself…insulting a woman because you don’t have anything better to say….YOU’RE PATHETIC!

    I’m sorry you had to read that Brittney…some people need to grow up and act their age not their shoe size.

    :o)

  2. You’re cool. Can I have your number? Oh, nevermind– that’s right, I’ve heard you’ve got a small peter. HAHAHA. In your face. I just stooped to your level.

  3. Scott Is an asshole with no friends, life or sense of humor. Brittney’s thighs are all muscle with not one ounce of cellulite or “thunder” so if she needs to goes to the gym she needs to work on her arms so she can beat your ass for that snide comment! If you don’t have anything nice to say then keep your mouth shut or you will piss off nice people like Ashley and I who adore Brittney and all she does for this magazine!

  4. As a matter of fact I would love to have those “thunder” thighs wrapped around my neck Scott … you don’t know a hot piece of ass from a hole in the ground … you must be a fag …. enough said!

  5. O scott…. my dear boy shall we have a chat… im sorry that a girl as beautiful as brittney does not have time for a small packed man as yourself… I understand your feelings must be hurt…but how old are we now? We are not in elementary school where you throw rocks because the girl wont kiss you on the swing set… im sorry you never got over that…. So shall we grow up a bit and apologize.. maybe try to redeem yourself a bit and maybe just MAYBE you’ll get a chick to say beam me up scotty with your tiny little dick…
    yours truly
    P-Funk- D-lious

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