Dan needs his own blog. While he is an cherished fan of ohforfun.com, he is also one of my most demanding readers. Dan is not shy about voicing his displeasure when he is unimpressed with the content of this blog. To Dan, and to all others (Janz) who don't like it when I post pictures of my face instead of a proper post, I say GET YOUR OWN BLOG! For several months Dan has been bandying the idea of his own blog about. He's bandying, but not DOING.
Posting every day is harder than it looks. I'm just saying.
I would now like to tell you the story of "Eff Harry Potter". This would have been a marvelous opening post for Dan, but since he doesn't have a blog, I claim first rights to this story. Take that, Daneroni.
Eff Harry Potter
Since the orchestra works Thanksgiving weekend, most of us are unable to travel home for the holiday- this is pretty much fine by me because Buffalo Thanksgiving is super fun. Stefan cooks, everyone drinks, merriment is experienced all around. My first Thanksgiving in Buffalo was 2001 at Alex's old apartment on Chatsworth.
After our delicious and massive meal everyone fell into the traditional post Thanksgiving coma. So full! So tired! So much wine! The coma hit Dan hard. Dan proceeded to pass out on the only available couch. For several hours. All of the rest of us had to sit or lie on the floor. Dan was out. Tryptophan took him dooooown.
The rest of us puttered around the apartment cleaning and laughing until someone suggested we go see a movie. Everyone agreeed a movie sound fun, so we began the movie choosing negotiations. This being the year 2001, the first installment of Harry Potter had been recently released.
Now, keep in mind that we hadn't heard anything from Dan in several hours at this point.
Kate: (sweetly and innocently) How about we go see the Harry Potter movie?
Dan: (suddenly angry and rearing up from a drunken nap) Eff, Harry Potter!
Only, I assure you he didn't say "eff".
Dan then passed out again. He only woke up long enough to curse Harry Potter.
This story is now beloved amongst my group of friends. It is cranky and hilarious and perfect evidence for why Dan should get his own blog. Now, whenever anyone mentions Harry Potter someone has to say "Eff Harry Potter." Whenever something is said that is well intentioned, but vaguely annoying, someone says "Eff Harry Potter." "Eff Harry Potter" is perfect for all of your irrationally irritated, belligerently drunk, needs.
Only, I assure you, we don't say "eff".