November 2nd, 2017.
Yesterday at lunchtime, I picked up a rather worrying wristband #226 to (then) tomorrow's World Premiere of 'Murder on the Orient Express'. That number wasn't exactly great, I thought, but then I remembered that's about the wristband number I get most BAFTAs, and I seem to do okay at those.
I had no idea 24 hours later how bad... and then unexpectedly awesome... it was going to get. Here's how it went down:
...... and then something remarkable happened. Security went past our pen and told us that a new pen was opening next to the Paparazzi further down, and if anyone wanted to, they could move there, like, Right Now.
And Right Now I'm not sure I've ever moved so fast at a premiere....
So that, unaccountably, and certainly unexpectedly, turned out to be pretty amazing in terms of being a huge reversal of fortune. But I'm tired now, so I'll reflect on it later. Maybe tomorrow. Oh wait... it's past midnight so it's ALREADY tomorrow.
Eh. I'm tired, I'm sorry about the spelling mistakes, and Until Next Time!
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