But in the end, not even a bout of food poisoning could put a damper on this:
For 2 1/2 hours, I got to see and hear Alan Rickman in all his unedited, unadulterated, velvety-voiced brilliance. All from less than 50 feet away. Amazing doesn't even come close.
I'd go into more detail but I am completely worn out. To reiterate my woeful FB status update, I'm giving myself 12 more hours then it's time to snap out of little bitch mode. In the meantime, I'm going to snuggle up with a box of Saltines and fall asleep to a nice, lighthearted flick.Tweet