Hermione first graced this humble blog as Rom-Com. She did not take to the name and is now reborn as Hermione Granger, the brightest girl at Hogwarts (our version is shot on location at the University of British Columbia, Vancouver, with various other exterior filming done in Melbourne).
Hermione, Pooh, Pixie and I reunited this New Year’s for another round of immature giggles. It was just like the old days when we drove around Vancouver Island in a rental car from Rent-a-Wreck.
Despite the tight schedule given at the Incredibly Impressive Bank, Hermione took time out this holiday season to see in the New Year with us - a whirlwind visit courtesy of Virgin Blue’s flying broomsticks. Our mode of celebration this year was tame; no watching of fireworks in a penthouse apartment like in 2002, and no subsequent visit to hospital like in 2002 either. We simply lounged in front of Pixie’s plasma TV watching Sex and the City DVDs whilst consuming champagne with strawberries.
We toasted to our own brilliance when the clock struck midnight and quickly turned our attention back to the DVDs.
“Hey! We forgot to make resolutions!” I said, half-an-hour later.
“Put on weight and get a bigger boob!” Pixie hollered as Sarah Jessica Parker’s impossibly large bosoms bounced about on her impossibly tiny body.
“Mwahahaha! ONE. BIGGER. BOOB.” I laughed.
“Pah! Don’t have money for two,” she replied.
“Asymmetry might make a come back in 2005,” Hermione said hopefully.
“One momma boob, and one baby boob…hahaha…”
This amused us so much that Pixie ended up the only one with a resolution for 2005.
The next day, the four of us picnicked at a local park. We lied on the blanket and slowly picked our way through an assortment of nibbles. Intoxicated by the Sex and the City marathon from the previous night and the bubbles in the champagne, I suddenly exclaimed, “aww, I love you guys!”
“Aww, I love you guys too,” said Hermione.
“I love you guys three,” said Pooh.
“Geez.” One can always trust Pixie to be stoic on such emotional occasions.
For dessert, we packed a platter of baklavas. Hermione studied them as she cut each into quarters.
“There is a generous amount of nuts on these,” she said. “Are these chopped up white ones peanuts?”
“Almonds,” Pixie answered. She frequents the Lebanese pastry shop more than any of us.
“Gosh, there must be a lot of nut banging going on at Abla’s.” Hermione innocently said of the pastry shop.
“Nut banging! You just said nut banging!” The giggles were contagious.
“Nut Banger. That can be your new name on her blog,” said Pixie.
“That’s just as bad as Rom-Com,” said Hermione.
“Hehe, Nut Banger’s good,” said Pooh.
“You have to give me a new name on your blog,” said Hermione to me.
“All right. How about Hermione Granger?” said I.
“You’re exactly like her,” said Pixie. Pooh agreed.
“Well, Hermione’s better than Nut Banger,” said Hermione.
“Besides, we’re all nut bangers in one way or another.” said I.
“True, true.” The nut bangers all agreed.
Hermione, Pooh, Pixie and I reunited this New Year’s for another round of immature giggles. It was just like the old days when we drove around Vancouver Island in a rental car from Rent-a-Wreck.
Despite the tight schedule given at the Incredibly Impressive Bank, Hermione took time out this holiday season to see in the New Year with us - a whirlwind visit courtesy of Virgin Blue’s flying broomsticks. Our mode of celebration this year was tame; no watching of fireworks in a penthouse apartment like in 2002, and no subsequent visit to hospital like in 2002 either. We simply lounged in front of Pixie’s plasma TV watching Sex and the City DVDs whilst consuming champagne with strawberries.
We toasted to our own brilliance when the clock struck midnight and quickly turned our attention back to the DVDs.
“Hey! We forgot to make resolutions!” I said, half-an-hour later.
“Put on weight and get a bigger boob!” Pixie hollered as Sarah Jessica Parker’s impossibly large bosoms bounced about on her impossibly tiny body.
“Mwahahaha! ONE. BIGGER. BOOB.” I laughed.
“Pah! Don’t have money for two,” she replied.
“Asymmetry might make a come back in 2005,” Hermione said hopefully.
“One momma boob, and one baby boob…hahaha…”
This amused us so much that Pixie ended up the only one with a resolution for 2005.
The next day, the four of us picnicked at a local park. We lied on the blanket and slowly picked our way through an assortment of nibbles. Intoxicated by the Sex and the City marathon from the previous night and the bubbles in the champagne, I suddenly exclaimed, “aww, I love you guys!”
“Aww, I love you guys too,” said Hermione.
“I love you guys three,” said Pooh.
“Geez.” One can always trust Pixie to be stoic on such emotional occasions.
For dessert, we packed a platter of baklavas. Hermione studied them as she cut each into quarters.
“There is a generous amount of nuts on these,” she said. “Are these chopped up white ones peanuts?”
“Almonds,” Pixie answered. She frequents the Lebanese pastry shop more than any of us.
“Gosh, there must be a lot of nut banging going on at Abla’s.” Hermione innocently said of the pastry shop.
“Nut banging! You just said nut banging!” The giggles were contagious.
“Nut Banger. That can be your new name on her blog,” said Pixie.
“That’s just as bad as Rom-Com,” said Hermione.
“Hehe, Nut Banger’s good,” said Pooh.
“You have to give me a new name on your blog,” said Hermione to me.
“All right. How about Hermione Granger?” said I.
“You’re exactly like her,” said Pixie. Pooh agreed.
“Well, Hermione’s better than Nut Banger,” said Hermione.
“Besides, we’re all nut bangers in one way or another.” said I.
“True, true.” The nut bangers all agreed.
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