So this is the post before the first "real" post about Water for Elephants, because Latchkey Wife will have THE muther humpin' WFE post to end all WFE posts later this week because she was RIGHT on the front lines and practically got to sit in Rob's lap in his limo. Actually she got to sit on Kristen's lap, too. It was totally NUTS! She's too famous after being on the live feeds to stay amongst the likes of us much longer, but I have it on good authority that she will regale us with stories before she kicks us to the D-List Twilight-y curb and moves on...

Before we jump in with the juicy "I touched Robert Pattinson!" stuff, let's talk about what can be learned... As with most bloggy-related activities, this weekend pushed me out of my comfort zone; I had some very patient minders but Jenny Jerkface was missed...

Things I learned this weekend:

• I don't like lines. Or rain. The combination? Very bad.

The line. You can't see it, but it was POURING.
I stuck it out for three hours.
Which is about 11 hours less than the people who stuck it out
and got wristbands for the red carpet the next morning.

• Jenny Jerkface is not a whiny, lying sack of shit when she says it's always colder and windier in New York City. It totally is, no b.s.
• I wouldn't wait out in the cold and rain all night even if I thought Robert Pattinson was going to come loping up like a big shaggy, doofy St. Bernard to revive me with spirit-filled hot beverages (ok this might be a lie, but I would have to be SURE).

We waited - really!
Double Dippin, Laxplays, STY & LKW put on our rainy-day game faces!

• We don't know how to do anything, blog-wise. Half the people at this gig looked sympathetically at the people lined up in the rain and said "Nope - I don't have to wait. I have a press pass." PRESS. PASSES. For bloggers. Like us. I almost imploded that we hadn't thought of it and nobody had mentioned it to us. OK, the chances of anyone giving "Twitarded" press-pass access to this event seem slim imho, but SHIT - I would have tried!
• I need Jenny Jerkface to boss me around. NEED. Or nothing gets done.
• Also, JJ is my social buffer/handler, and I am not meant to be out in public without her. I am the socially-awkward yin to her gregarious, loud yang. This works for us.
• I am the worst Twi-blogger ever. Said it before, imagine I will have cause to say it again, mean it sincerely every time.

I'm exhausted and have a lot more to write about this weekend (or at least Latchkey Wife and our upcoming guest-bloggers will!), but I'm toast tonight. Plus I need to go catch up on Twitter.

I know that everyone is going bonkers catching up on WFE coverage anyway, but stick around this week - we'll have more stories and pics all week! Stay tuned...

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