My daughter banned me from seeing New Moon with her and her buddy. Unequivocally, no question, mom not welcome. 

I get it—my daughter is differentiating, and that’s okay. Necessary, in fact. But dang, the mania around these movies is so fun. And funny. I couldn’t help feeling like I was missing out. Last year I took Leah and another friend to Twilight—back when she would be seen with me—and the best part was watching them stamp their feet on the floor in anticipation as the opening credits rolled.

This year, I had to content myself with the movie lobby, which, when I arrived back from my various errands, contained no shortage of activity. I was there for a 6:00pm pickup and the place was flooded with people queuing for the 7:30 show, and others arriving for the 8:00 show. With Fandango tickets in hand, mind you. Sheesh. (The 3:40 matinee seemed like a good time to go—the girls only waited half an hour in the theater and easily got seats together.)

One group of women ranging in age from about 45 to 10 were dressed in Team Edward shirts. A couple of cute teen-age girls wore black sweat pants with “La Push” across their bums in bright red letters. I’m guessing this is the most press La Push will ever get.

Me, I had to content myself with the latest Star Trek movie just released on DVD. Which, honestly, is good enough for me. I’ll take hotties on the Enterprise any day. But maybe, just maybe, when Eclipse comes out in June, Leah won’t mind if I go with her. Maybe if I offer to sit in the back?