This morning I woke up a bit earlier than I would have liked. But a bit of back-story first: a few days ago "J" told me about a survivalist friend, and I joked that he was prepared for a zombie apocalypse. So, this morning, I was awakened by a creepy dream about a zombie apocalypse, even though I've never seen a zombie movie other than a few parodies.
Today is the beginning of press screenings for the Seattle International Film Festival. The screenings are mostly meant for professional film critics to see a selection of SIFF films so they can write reviews, but people with passes to the festival are also welcome as long as they don't annoy the critics. In honor of the occasion, I decided to wear the hat I bought when J and I dressed up for Noir City, since it fits the look of a 1940s reporter as well as a noir character. (Just about any guy in a 1940s film would have work such a hat.) J liked the idea, and suggested a card that said "Press" in the hat band. We quickly improvised her idea.
The trip to the Uptown was a bit rough. We had planned to drive to a Park-and-Ride lot and take the bus the rest of the way to the Uptown, but that didn't work very well: the lot was absolutely full. Oops.
We had a back-up plan: driving. That didn't go optimally either. We started on side streets because I expected the freeway to be bad, but the streets were crawling too. Soon after getting on the freeway, a reader board warned us of a six mile back-up. Oops. We switched to an alternate route, and got there without further trouble.
Things got better with parking: a free space on West 3rd. Then when I got to the line outside the theater I got a big laugh from my "Press" tag. Now it's time for films.