I’ve come to report on the New Years Eve type shenanigans.
I didn’t make it through- gave up the ghost about forty minutes into
“The Empire Strikes Back”, at about 7:30 this morning, after drifting
in and out through “A New Hope”. Better than some- certainly better
than I thought I’d do- but I didn’t finish.
I don’t know who else made it. I woke up around 11:30, and Alex and Dennis were talking- I’d wager that’s around the time we finished. I assume Alex did, but I really couldn’t say for sure.
All in all, I think things went very well, though we got started later
than we wanted to. Dart gun fights broke out before the movies started
(part of the reason for lateness, methinks), and in between movies to
keep the circulation going. I assume we’ll be finding darts downstairs
There was a debate about doing it in episode order, or in release
order, and we eventually settled on the former. We agreed that if we
were showing it to our kids, we’d do the latter- but since we were all
familiar with the material, we wanted to do it the other way. Ryan
had a compelling argument for release, centred around the “I am
your father” scene in Empire, and how it loses it’s effect if you know
who Vader is. I conceded that point, though countered with the
statement that this particular scene had one of the worst bits of
overacting in television history (MikeW, thankfully, corrected that to “cinematic” for me).
Four pizzas, three bags of chips, a handful of beers, a bottle of
champagne, and an uncountable number of cans of pop gave their lives in
service of this grand escapade. Farewell, meat lovers- we hardly knew
That’s all, folks.