Best geek ever

For a change of pace this weekend, I attended a free class entitled "Harry Potter Day for Adults." It was terribly geeky and somewhat uncomfortable -- who knew Hogwarts didn't enforce deodorant use? -- but interesting enough for me to stick around.

I arrived late and was scolded by the not-quite-Umbridge lecturer. Given the opportunity, I'm sure she would dock some points from my Hogwarts house, but I didn't see a sorting hat, and, like Whose Line Is It Anyway?, the points don't matter.

Taking a blank name tag, I wrote "Hello! I'm R.A.B." and sat down. We worked quickly, devoting 10-15 minutes per class. Divination, Runes, and Herbology were among the many subjects.

I saw a lot of people there that I wouldn't necessarily want on my Quidditch team. ("Angelina Johnson" was cute, but she and "Katie Bell" kept to themselves.) Some of them were in their 20s and early 30s, but many in the class were much older.

As guest speaker, we had a woman who worked at a local tantric institute. She wore a purple velvet dress that tied in the front, and had a shock of whitish hair, much like Rogue. A bit of a new age babe, actually, once you get past the overacting and the hyena laugh. I wanted to ask her if she knew Sting.

I suffered through lame book 7 theories and indoor Quidditch approximations to experience the main event: a Triwizard Tournament, which amounted to a group game of Scene It?. I wasn't as dominant with the trivia as I had hoped, but I did okay.

Turns out many of the participants were part of some Harry Potter reading group that meets regularly. I could see doing this once a year, but every month is just too geeky. Even for me.