Three of us arrived at the showing and found a long-assed line waiting to be let into the Anza Club. Found our group shortly after, and spent the next half hour or so just joking around and being silly in general, as well as fretting how brutal our film was going to be in comparison to the others.
And then at some point two people from our group left to get ramen. I figured they were hungry and figured it was a "now or never" kind of thing. Sure, the doors could be opening any time, but we were gonna be in there for 4 hours without food, so hey. So off they (including the guy who got the IDEA to do Bloodshots in the first place) went while the rest of us took the time to think about what had just happened.
Well, door opened a bit before 8pm, and the line started moving. I called the girl to no avail; called the guy and got a response.
"Hey James, what's up?"
"Hey, door's open."
"We're eating ramen right now."
"Okay... uh, alright, okay."
"Okay."
"Alright."
And that was that. I guessed they weren't gonna stick around for the showing.
So be it.
Got into the Anza Club, realized how SMALL the Anza Club was. For the six of us still there, we snatched up a bench from a booth and quickly got the three girls sitting on it while the three guys sorta stood/leaned/crouched behind it (I did a lot of crouching/kneeling so as to not block people behind us). Everyone was in good spirits all over, and despite the crowding (and the noisy karaoke below us), we were all legitimately excited to see how things would go.
And to prepare ourselves for how jank our film was gonna be in comparison. That was radio-man's word for it, anyway.
