As far as I know, nothing out of the ordinary took place yesterday. Well, if you call ordinary watching an all female camera crew sift through the freaks, geeks, and your all-around garden variety no-lives sitting in line for a movie; a guy in a black trench-coat, t-shirt and Doc Martens, walking around with a girl that could be his sister whose wearing a large mop of hair in a frizzed mesh of sweat and hairspray, glasses, and a distinct line of foundation acting as a mask instead of makeup; two schmucks running around the parking lot: one carrying a blue lightsaber, slightly overweight, and Sketchers; the other, tall and awkward, carrying a red lightsaber and wearing strap-on sandals as their friend whirls around in almost a dance of different angles, carrying (or dropping) his camera, while the two untrained, uncoordinated, not entirely sober, dullards fight in the parking lot with honking patrons exiting the theatre, and the pitying screams of Newport Beach sluts driving their Mercedes SUV, wearing their Uggs with skirts and probably no underwear, yelling: "Star Wars is HOT!!"
If that is ordinary, than I am apple pie, turkey dinner, and a hamburger all together. No, not American: ordinary! And yes, I probably look a little like that three course meal above (and I may have eaten said meal before). But, the fascination of this line continues to grow for me. The different walks of life are staggering to hear about and enticing to make fun of, and I will not stop.
I will admit publicly my two biggest regrets. One: apologizing for a stupid prank in front of my college group at church (all around loser for doing it and being guilted into it). Two: Not staying to see Episode I six years ago after camping out for it. Three words: parents & failing math. What can I say? Math has done shit for me now and I assume it will do nothing for me later. Boldly and Sincerely: I am an idiot for missing it. I wish I could turn back time, tell my parents to cram it, and sit in the greatest theatre west of the Mississippi with my dear friends.
If there is anyway to be redeemed, I would love to discuss it. Otherwise, day three: That's Hot.