This evening I’m going to see Mockingjay (part 1) with Genevieve. I’m a huge fan of the Hunger Games and not just because I approve of totalitarian scare tactics as a means of controlling people. I LOVE dystopian novels…literally my favorite. I remember reading The City of Ember when I was 12 years old and the book freaking changed my life. I’ve been on board for questioning society as we know it ever since and The Hunger Games fit right into my little obsession. The Hunger Games will always have a special place in my heart for more reasons than one. First of all my Mom and I attended the last two movies as midnight showings and despite the fact that my Mother and I currently are not on speaking terms the excitement of staying up late to see the midnight showings with her is still a happy memory. But mainly when I think of The Hunger Games I recall a period in my life in which I believed stalking boys you like was appropriate along with renaming your crush “Peeta Mellark”. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…oh to be 20 and so filled with romantic idealism.
Stalking and Mama-drama aside I’m really looking forward to tonight, truly. Even though I see no reason why Mockingjay should be split into two parts (oh wait…money) I have not been disappointed by either of the films thus far (in fact quite the opposite…I’ve seen them both four times in theaters), so my hopes are quite high for Mockingjay! The trilogy has become famous for the phrase “May the Odds be ever in your Favor” (I find it flows nicely in casual conversation) so in honor of opening night I thought I would share a few situations I hope the odds are in my favor.
May the Odds Be Ever in your Favor…
1.When you introduce your new boyfriend to your parents so they don’t, you know, give away that you’re not a natural blonde or interrogate him on his ten year life plan.
2. At customs because more than likely you’re doing something you’re not supposed to be doing even if you feel like you’re doing everything right (just like when a cop is following you on the freeway). If you want to get back into the US you’re going to need all the luck you can get.
3. As you’re job hunting and apartment hunting after spending three months working in another country. For whatever reason saving money never really occurred to you so you’re really going to need the pieces to kinda just fall into place.
4. On a 9 hour flight, it all seems like a cozy time to curl up with a new book and a hoard of trashy gossip magazines until you’re seated beside an exhausted mother and her newborn baby.
5. When you have to call your ex-boyfriend and remind him that you would like your dog back and your plush pottery barn bath towels. Just because I let you snuggle my puppy and dry yourself with my overpriced shower accessories does not by any means give you any long term claim over them.
6. As you search for rooms for rent. You may think it will be easy to find a group of young, clean, non-psycho girls to live with but in reality it’s actually a lot easier to find men on craigslist seeking “young cute females” advertising “free rent”. Something tells me the rent isn’t as “free” as they want me to believe.
7. On your next first date because it’s totally awkward when the guy asks you to meet him at a cheap dive bar and then offers to take you back to his apartment for a little “after party” before your drink even arrives. It’s even more awkward when the girlfriend you didn’t know he had shows up to greet the two of you.
8. If you’re a vegetarian at Thanksgiving dinner…I don’t know about you but after 12 years of meatless-ness I’m tired of my Grandparents asking if I will just eat turkey “this one time”. The answer is always no.
9. The next time you’re shopping for riding boots. Apparently you’re only allowed to have teeny-tiny calves or else you’re out of luck in the boot department. Luckily I’m all stocked up on boots but recent boot hunting dilemmas on the behalf of others have made me hyper-aware of the fact that I should never gain weight in my calves.
10. As you scan Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, etc…because if you’re like me and extremely averse to seeing anything Kardashian related you might as well consider all social media broken and resort to reading The New Yorker or you know actual news (a place you are guaranteed to never see anything related to this pointless fame-whoring family) (not that I’m needlessly disgusted by them at all).
May the odds be Ever in your Favour my loves (see how I added that little Canadian bit there, I had to since I’m only here one more day…eek).