sciguy’s OP was so long I decided to start my own.
I got to the cinema around 4 pm; there was no line, so I left to get something to eat.
Returned around 5 to see one person, a fellow named David, in line. So, I misjudged how early the crowds would form. No biggie; better safe than sorry.
My friend Larry arrived around 5:30. We left to get a Cinco de Mayo drink (and for Larry to eat) after leaving my cellphone number with David. I asked him to call me when 10 people had lined up behind him.
On our way back from the bar, it was a little chilly. Larry said he would have brought a coat, but “it’s a brown coat, and I don’t want anyone to think I’m one of ‘those’ people” (meaning obsessive fans). I had to tell him the very fact he was at the cinema on this day made him one of “those” people.
We rejoined the line at 6:47. David hadn’t called, and in fact only 7 people were ahead of us. One was a man holding a picket sign which read "Browncoat who was too slow on the draw seeks your extra ticket. Have mercy, I aim to see some misbehavin’. Keep on flyin’.
By the time Larry and I met him, the sign had already worked! A young woman was there with her husband; his brother (her BIL) was sick with strep throat, so she sold their extra ticket to picket-sign-guy for $20. Over the next three hours several other fans trolled the line for spare tickets. As far as I know, no one else was successful.
At 7:20 it started to rain, and the manager let us come inside and queue up outside the auditorium itself. I recounted, and there were now 11 people ahead of us in line.
Around half after 8 a woman representing “Southeastern Browncoats” walked up and down the line giving out t-shirts. I talked her into giving me one, because “I’ll look good in it.” It’s eggshell-colored. On the front is the “SEBC” logo; on the back is the movie’s URL below “The Bluehands Are Coming.” At XL, It’s too big for me, though. Also, there were 13 people ahead of us at this point.
9:09: 16 people. What the hell?!
They finally let us take our seats around a quarter after nine. Larry and I had our pick, and got the seats we would have chosen if no one else had been there: six rows back, or in the second row of the second section, dead center. Sweet! A rep from Universal gave us marketing/demographics questionnaires to fill out. I can reproduce mine in full if anyone’s interested.
We still had to suffer through The Twenty. But there were no ads or trailers.
Just a couple of minutes after ten, the lights went down and Joss appeared on the screen!
