do you have any queens? no, go fish
left my house: 5:15 am
returned home: 10:45 pm
items consumed: cheez-its, chocolate pop-tarts, granola bar, water
sweat: buckets
disney made: shitloads
when thejennabides and i arrived we discovered that spots up against the rails were already taken. we walked along the red carpet and found some decent seats in some bleachers. the pros: sitting on a cushioned bench, great view, not sitting on the ground. the cons: no chance of getting anything signed, end of the red carpet. we weighed everything and decided to stay put. ultimately, a good decision.
the view from our seats.
the rocket ships & tomorrow land off to our left.
we had about 12 hours of waiting ahead of us, so we settled in with our snacks, lots of conversation, and several rousing games of go fish, crazy eights, and war. \o/ about mid-day we had additional entertainment in the form of disney employees, acrobats, jugglers, men on stilts, and musicians. all this was the bulk of our day, but i'll go ahead and jump to the arrivals, which started around... 5 or 6? the excessive sun exposure has blurred some of the details from my brain.
first came a slew of people who i assume were the crazy folks who paid $1500 for a ticket to see the film (for a good cause, so yay, but still - 1500 bucks, yo). then came a slew of people that we either didn't know or couldn't care less about: approx 30 people from dancing with the stars, kobe bryant, disney channel kids, chad michael murray, janice dickinson, teri hatcher, etc.
i was fearful of depleting my batteries too soon (despite having brought two extra sets with me), so i opted not to shoot people i didn't really care about. 'course after my first picture, of keith richards, jenn suggested it might be a good idea to get in some practice shots before The Main Event. oh muskrit, you so smart.
keith richards - the blurry guy in the white shirt and vest.
kevin mcnally, aka gibbs. that giant hand? despite giving me this thumbs up shot from mcnally, became my worst enemy as the day progressed. *fist* (its worse offense was robbing me of a picture of bill nighy *tear*)
see? and this is one of the good ones! there were several i just deleted immediately. argh. and that would be michael rosenbaum, for those interested, getting swallowed by the hand of doom.
michael rosenbaum's back. (and shoes.)
HIRO!
and here's where i'll stop to mention that most people passed by us pretty quickly. granted, we were at the end of the red carpet and people were likely getting tired and ready to grab their seats, but... you know, that's okay because johnny and orli will stop to wave and smile and sign, etc. afterall, that's why we're all there. they're why people literally camped out the night before and flew thousands of miles to be there (those girls in red across the way? their sign says they 'voyaged' over 4,000 miles to be there. dude.). the rest of this is just gravy. well maybe not gravy, more like a side of peas. but i like peas.
90210's steve sanders :D (who is only there bc is on dancing with the fucking stars like so many others)
geoffrey rush! with the monkey on his shoulder :)
a better shot, but now you can't see the monkey. :(
chow yun fat! (notice how i narrowly escaped the hand of doom)
jonathan pryce - also known as 'um, elizabeth swann's father!' i tell ya, the sun. it melts the brain.
and here i'll just stop one more time to say that, huh, even the pirates actors are cruising pretty quickly down the carpet.
muskrit: i'm getting worried.
krit: no, it will be fine. we'll have our moment. the boys (and really, by boys i mean orlando) won't let us down. they won't piss off this many fans, they can't. they're obligated to stop and wave and yeah. right? yeah. absolutely. i'm sure of it.
can you see where this is going? mew?
then people started going ape-ey at this clusterfuck moving our way.
no, joey fatone (up front with the girl in white), they're not screaming for you. it's the beautiful boy behind you. yes, the tall drink of water in blue with his hand raised. him. ♥ and so there he was.
and there he went.
doh.
once i realized the speed at which he was being pushed (bc yes, he was being pushed almost the entire time by disney/industry goons), i put the camera down and just enjoyed the moment for what it was. he was smiling and he looked good. at one point at the very end of the red carpet, he attempted to walk over to a fangirl and sign something for her, but before he could the aforementioned goons quickly swooped in and escorted him away. not cool, people, NOT COOL. i was... disappointed. bummed. okay, yes, pissed. we waited 12 HOURS. and most of the people around us had been there a hell of a lot longer than that. that's fucked up. disney can go screw themselves. i understand that we were at the end of the line, and if there's no time for autographs, so be it. but let the boy stand for 10 fucking seconds and smile and wave and give the fans *something*, my god. and don't go blaming orlando for this one, people, there was a hand practically glued to his back pushing him along the whole way.
but okay. so it's late, and maybe they really do need to start the film. so johnny should be whisked around the corner any moment now and that will be that (sidenote: keira was not able to make the premiere, likely bc she's currently filming a new movie overseas). only guess what? after the mob cleared there was nothing. nobody. for a good... twenty minutes? was it longer? it felt longer. a seriously long fucking time, so no, orlando did not need to be rushed so that they could start the film on-time. i don't know what that was all about. whatever.
let's cut to another conversation earlier that day:
muskrit: i'm concerned about the lighting once the sun goes down.
krit: oh, no, there are lights. it will be fine. they know we will need to see them, they'll be brightly lit up. i'm sure of it.
um. yeah. in conclusion, muskrit: wise. krit: overly optimistic.
that's wilmer valderrama (that 70's show shout-out to my girl, ruckiss). so okay, by nobody (in between orlando and johnny) i mean wilmer and more dancing with the stars people.
also taken for my girl ruckiss:
apolo anton ohno & his dancing partner, julianne.
and then finally... and not at all well-lit...
johnny.
but then at the last minute a stroke of luck! i click just as someone else's flash goes off, hand of doom is no where to be found, and he's facing us!
:D i think by this point i really needed this crumb, so thank you, universe, for that.
also note: johnny did not sign, which was fine, but he stopped and waved and smiled and took. his. time. nobody rushed him and the world did not implode, so i just don't fucking get it. but fine, whatever. i still had a great day with jenn talking fandom and fic and playing cards and laughing. lots of loopy laughing (i mentioned the sun exposure, yeah?). and we got to see orlando together, even if it was brief. <3
we both agreed that he looked quite lovely, and young! and when i came home and saw this picture on the left, it immediately reminded me of the picture on the right.
RIGHT? and lo, there were a million hearts swirling around me and yes. a good day. ♥ ♥
ps, i kind of love him.
returned home: 10:45 pm
items consumed: cheez-its, chocolate pop-tarts, granola bar, water
sweat: buckets
disney made: shitloads
when thejennabides and i arrived we discovered that spots up against the rails were already taken. we walked along the red carpet and found some decent seats in some bleachers. the pros: sitting on a cushioned bench, great view, not sitting on the ground. the cons: no chance of getting anything signed, end of the red carpet. we weighed everything and decided to stay put. ultimately, a good decision.
the view from our seats.
the rocket ships & tomorrow land off to our left.
we had about 12 hours of waiting ahead of us, so we settled in with our snacks, lots of conversation, and several rousing games of go fish, crazy eights, and war. \o/ about mid-day we had additional entertainment in the form of disney employees, acrobats, jugglers, men on stilts, and musicians. all this was the bulk of our day, but i'll go ahead and jump to the arrivals, which started around... 5 or 6? the excessive sun exposure has blurred some of the details from my brain.
first came a slew of people who i assume were the crazy folks who paid $1500 for a ticket to see the film (for a good cause, so yay, but still - 1500 bucks, yo). then came a slew of people that we either didn't know or couldn't care less about: approx 30 people from dancing with the stars, kobe bryant, disney channel kids, chad michael murray, janice dickinson, teri hatcher, etc.
i was fearful of depleting my batteries too soon (despite having brought two extra sets with me), so i opted not to shoot people i didn't really care about. 'course after my first picture, of keith richards, jenn suggested it might be a good idea to get in some practice shots before The Main Event. oh muskrit, you so smart.
keith richards - the blurry guy in the white shirt and vest.
kevin mcnally, aka gibbs. that giant hand? despite giving me this thumbs up shot from mcnally, became my worst enemy as the day progressed. *fist* (its worse offense was robbing me of a picture of bill nighy *tear*)
see? and this is one of the good ones! there were several i just deleted immediately. argh. and that would be michael rosenbaum, for those interested, getting swallowed by the hand of doom.
michael rosenbaum's back. (and shoes.)
HIRO!
and here's where i'll stop to mention that most people passed by us pretty quickly. granted, we were at the end of the red carpet and people were likely getting tired and ready to grab their seats, but... you know, that's okay because johnny and orli will stop to wave and smile and sign, etc. afterall, that's why we're all there. they're why people literally camped out the night before and flew thousands of miles to be there (those girls in red across the way? their sign says they 'voyaged' over 4,000 miles to be there. dude.). the rest of this is just gravy. well maybe not gravy, more like a side of peas. but i like peas.
90210's steve sanders :D (who is only there bc is on dancing with the fucking stars like so many others)
geoffrey rush! with the monkey on his shoulder :)
a better shot, but now you can't see the monkey. :(
chow yun fat! (notice how i narrowly escaped the hand of doom)
jonathan pryce - also known as 'um, elizabeth swann's father!' i tell ya, the sun. it melts the brain.
and here i'll just stop one more time to say that, huh, even the pirates actors are cruising pretty quickly down the carpet.
muskrit: i'm getting worried.
krit: no, it will be fine. we'll have our moment. the boys (and really, by boys i mean orlando) won't let us down. they won't piss off this many fans, they can't. they're obligated to stop and wave and yeah. right? yeah. absolutely. i'm sure of it.
can you see where this is going? mew?
then people started going ape-ey at this clusterfuck moving our way.
no, joey fatone (up front with the girl in white), they're not screaming for you. it's the beautiful boy behind you. yes, the tall drink of water in blue with his hand raised. him. ♥ and so there he was.
and there he went.
doh.
once i realized the speed at which he was being pushed (bc yes, he was being pushed almost the entire time by disney/industry goons), i put the camera down and just enjoyed the moment for what it was. he was smiling and he looked good. at one point at the very end of the red carpet, he attempted to walk over to a fangirl and sign something for her, but before he could the aforementioned goons quickly swooped in and escorted him away. not cool, people, NOT COOL. i was... disappointed. bummed. okay, yes, pissed. we waited 12 HOURS. and most of the people around us had been there a hell of a lot longer than that. that's fucked up. disney can go screw themselves. i understand that we were at the end of the line, and if there's no time for autographs, so be it. but let the boy stand for 10 fucking seconds and smile and wave and give the fans *something*, my god. and don't go blaming orlando for this one, people, there was a hand practically glued to his back pushing him along the whole way.
but okay. so it's late, and maybe they really do need to start the film. so johnny should be whisked around the corner any moment now and that will be that (sidenote: keira was not able to make the premiere, likely bc she's currently filming a new movie overseas). only guess what? after the mob cleared there was nothing. nobody. for a good... twenty minutes? was it longer? it felt longer. a seriously long fucking time, so no, orlando did not need to be rushed so that they could start the film on-time. i don't know what that was all about. whatever.
let's cut to another conversation earlier that day:
muskrit: i'm concerned about the lighting once the sun goes down.
krit: oh, no, there are lights. it will be fine. they know we will need to see them, they'll be brightly lit up. i'm sure of it.
um. yeah. in conclusion, muskrit: wise. krit: overly optimistic.
that's wilmer valderrama (that 70's show shout-out to my girl, ruckiss). so okay, by nobody (in between orlando and johnny) i mean wilmer and more dancing with the stars people.
also taken for my girl ruckiss:
apolo anton ohno & his dancing partner, julianne.
and then finally... and not at all well-lit...
johnny.
but then at the last minute a stroke of luck! i click just as someone else's flash goes off, hand of doom is no where to be found, and he's facing us!
:D i think by this point i really needed this crumb, so thank you, universe, for that.
also note: johnny did not sign, which was fine, but he stopped and waved and smiled and took. his. time. nobody rushed him and the world did not implode, so i just don't fucking get it. but fine, whatever. i still had a great day with jenn talking fandom and fic and playing cards and laughing. lots of loopy laughing (i mentioned the sun exposure, yeah?). and we got to see orlando together, even if it was brief. <3
we both agreed that he looked quite lovely, and young! and when i came home and saw this picture on the left, it immediately reminded me of the picture on the right.
RIGHT? and lo, there were a million hearts swirling around me and yes. a good day. ♥ ♥
ps, i kind of love him.