...in which, okay, can we be done now?
Remember how pissed off I was about the movie being made here all summer? Remember all the complaining I did, that they were killing me with traffic, that they were filming too close to my apartment, that if I heard Matthew McWhatever's name again I was gonna scream?
Well, I got over all that. After seeing the trailer I decided that maybe I was just a little bit excited about the movie. And hey, Ian MacShane is in it, and I love him. So recently I've been a little more sanguine about the movie. I've even been kinda looking forward to seeing it.
You know what? I'm pissed off again now. The premiere was last night, you see. In the first place, I don't know what genius decided that the night the semester ended would be a good time to have a premiere, but that idea SUCKED. I mean, what was the rationale behind that? "Hey, let's make sure to REALLY flood the streets of Huntington with drunken revelers!"
Also, there was a pre-premiere get-together shindig for all the stars and whatever at the Student Center, and to get ready they shut the SC early yesterday afternoon. No lunch for me, and I had to wander all over campus to find a working fruit juice machine.
And then last night...oh, goodness. I went to the Union, to have my Dad's memorial drink and to see Katy, who was working. I was expecting it to be dead in there, like it is every Tuesday. But man, when the premiere let out, EVERYONE came to the Union. It was so fucking packed in there last night. I had gotten there early enough to get a good seat at the bar (most people couldn't sit at all) but it was so crowded that people were leaning against me, hanging on me, reaching over me, and threatening to spill my drink or theirs all over me and my book. I hate it when it's like that.
And they were all dressed in their fanciest clothes, which you get tired of real quick, you know? And they were all hoping some celebrity would come strolling in. And when they came in the door they pretended to be celebrities, which got old real fast.
REED (working the door): ID please.
DUMBASS PATRON: Oh, you don't need to ID me, I'm a celebrity.
Stupid fucks. It's been quite a while since I've seen that many jackasses and bimbos in one place. Since the last time the Union was that busy, anyway.
And I stayed after to help clean up (and also because that was the ONLY way I was gonna get to spend any time with Katy), and because of this experience I have instituted a new Union dress code: from now on, women are not allowed to wear clothing made of feathers. What a nightmare.
I sincerely hope that this is the last time that this movie inconveniences me.