When you first buy a ticket for the Star Wars marathon that leads up to The Force Awakens, you’re probably on an adrenaline high and thinking how incredibly awesome it will be and how you can’t wait for December. And then you realize that you’ve just agreed to sit in a movie theatre with a hundred other nerds for 21 hours. Twenty. One. Hours.
12:20 AM: Your alarm goes off and you roll out of bed, somehow putting on the clothes you laid out the night before. You’ve had about 3.5 hours of sleep but it’s going to have to do.
12:50 AM: You arrive at the theatre, armed with your supplies for the day. The pillow is useful. The blanket remains shoved in the bag and your ‘I Survived the Battle of Jakku’ sweatshirt is quickly ditched because it is hot as hell already.
1:00 AM: The Phantom Menace starts! You roll your eyes as people start mocking trade negotiations.
1:02 AM: You down your first frappachino of the day.
Somewhere between 1:10 and 3:10 AM: You’re stupidly happy because you forgot how much you love TPM. People make Jar Jar jokes but that’s nothing new because you’ve been on the Internet. Padmé Amidala is the Queen of the Galaxy and holy crap, that freaking Duel of the Fates! You also roll your eyes and glare at the people who laugh when Anakin is sad as he leaves his mom and contemplate punching the guy next to you for being a dick. It’s okay though. They won’t drag you down!
3:12 AM: The credits roll and you make a desperate dash for the bathroom but then realize that there was no need because for once, the line for the ladies room is the short one. This is going to be good.
3:18 AM: You try and offer the folks running this thing a smile and a kind word and let them know that you appreciate that they are doing everything they can to fix the air issue since you’ve just witnessed them have the same conversation 10 times in a row with everyone complaining, Continue reading