First off, I want to apologise for my epic failure to organise a proper meet up for the Paisley screening.
Having said that, here's how my day went....
We left way too early. It would be a one hour drive if there were no other cars on the road and we hit every green light on the way (although, the latter proved accurate), also, we had dinner reservations for 5pm.
We park up at the theatre, which is on Griffen Avenue, which made me smile cause, you know, Griffen, and there's nothing. There isn't a flyer or a poster anywhere. The words Lazer and Team are nowhere to be seen in or around this place. So, being a slightly paranoid person, I start to get paranoid. 'Are we in the right place? Is there another theatre on a different Griffen Avenue? Am I still going to get to eat?'. All these potentially life changing questions and more ran through my head as we approached the
bored official looking dude at the desk.
We show him our tickets and he gives us a quizzical look then looks down at the monitor in front of him. He shakes his head and hands the tickets back to us, 'There's nothing here for today but we have screenings next Wednesday. Wait here a second'. He gets on his radio then tells us someone's coming down to talk to us. While waiting for this person who may or may not be about to crush my dreams, the guy behind the desk say 'Lazer Team huh? Is that by the Halo guys?', So THAT was a conversation.
Having received confirmation of the screening from a very nice woman who was looking at us like we were lunatics because we'd shown up 3 hours early for a movie she's probably never heard of, we headed over to the Bobbin Inn, which is on Saturn Avenue, which made me smile cause, you know, space.
We're met at the door by a guy who tells us the reason they have no record of our reservation is because they only check the online bookings in the morning. Huh?? Luckily the place was deader than a kitten caught in Geoff's headlights so, no problem getting a table. The same guy then comes over to us and says 'Can I just say, that's an awesome t-shirt.', which has never happened to me before, so that was cool.
After applying an 8 ounce steak with chipotle BBQ sauce to my face we chilled in the bar for a bit then toddled on over to the theatre and joined the coolest looking queue I've ever seen. Even the fact that my genius fiancé got Minstrels instead of M&Ms couldn't dampen my excitement (but seriously Gary, Minstrels?)
Then we're in our seats. Six rows from the front. The queue from the lobby has amassed into a beautiful crowd buzzing with anticipation behind us so, naturally, it's picture time. As I stand up and turn to take the picture, there's hands in the air and cheers, then I accidentally take a picture of the floor. Second epic fail of the evening.
Then it happened. Lazer Team. Enough said.
And since I don't have to work tomorrow, I'm going to curl up on the couch with a rum and pink Lucozade and a slice of chocolate cherry cheesecake and watch it the hell again.
Shout outs; SazaGee, RossMacMilla, Vanellus85, jackmcgruer, MrFubbyFubby, the guy in the bar wearing the Nice Dynamite shirt, the American guy behind us in the queue, the dude playing the piano in the lobby after the film.