This week, The Vampire Diaries returns from a six-week hiatus, and during the break, the stars—and their hundreds of shrieking fans—converged in Atlanta, Georgia, for a Vampire Diaries convention.
In addition to the hundreds of shrieking fans, there were also too many martinis, hot actors, lots of Katy Perry songs, and vampire-souvenir shopping. And I was right in the middle of it all (even if I often found myself almost trampled in the crowd, since I am rather, er, vertically challenged . . . ).
St. Patrick's Day is one of my favorite holidays. Not just because it's an excuse for everyone to find a pub, drink Irish coffees and Shamrock-tinis, and sing along to Young Dubliners songs very, very loudly (though that is a definite plus!). It always reminds me of when I was a kid, and my grandparents would have the biggest St. Patrick's Day party in the neighborhood. (You know the bit in My Big Fat Greek Wedding where the parents have a gigantic Greek flag on their garage door while they roast a lamb and dance around in the front yard? Like that, only with an Irish flag . . .)
