Groundhog Day 1997 
 
I went to see Star Wars Friday night.  I have no comment on the movie 
itself other than "that's entertainment".  The new additions weren't 
distracting and were quite cute.  Someone obviously had fun with it.  
 
Warning: narrative ahead. 
 
I almost didn't get to see said movie.  I was supposed to meet some people  
who had pre-bought tickets at a Sony Theater near Lincoln Center off of  
Broadway.  They had said they would be there at 9:45 to get in line for  
seats; the movie was to be at 11:00.  I got there at 9:30. And waited.   
And waited.  I was standing in the lobby of the theater for one and a half  
hours.  I was pissed. 
 
I got to hear that Rodney Dangerfield would be at Saturday's 10 oclock  
showing of Meet Wally Sparks.  I got to see a trio in Darth Vader,  
Princess Leia, and Imperial Stormtrooper garb.  I got to watch other  
forlorn people waiting for people who obviously weren't showing.  I got to  
hear that the next open showing of Star Wars would be at 1:45.  I figured  
since I was already there, and was going to be taking a taxi home anyway,  
I might as well stick around. 
 
Five minutes to 11, and I'm scanning the crowd.  I'm trying to decide who  
lives and who dies when this guy who must have gotten ditched by a date  
says "Anybody wants a ticket?"  I say, "I do."  Unfortunately, I have only  
twenty dollar bills.  He has a twenty and three bucks.  I'm desperate and  
say "Just give me what you can."  Luckily, he has two free movie passes on  
hand, each is worth $8.50.  If you figure it out, I actually came out a  
winner on the deal. 
 
In any case, I found out yesterday the people I was to meet were in a  
different theater (they had two screens in the building showing Star Wars  
at the same times).  So I don't feel terribly stupid about missing them. 
 
Just another episode in "Days of our Meep".