The return of AWang

When I was in school, one day a friend instant messaged me. It was a Wednesday night about 11 and I was reading at my computer while he was at the Daily Bruin, getting ready to finish it up. He asked if I'd be interested in seeing Star Wars Episode III, which would be opening at midnight.

I told him that it was for sure sold out, since the theater in Westwood is kind of historic and really nice but he corrected me. He didn't want to see the first showing. He kind of wanted to see the second showing at 3 am.


I said that's crazy. I have class at 10 in the morning and yes let's go. It wasn't that full, and those that were there were more casual fans than the midnight freaks. Andy and I walked up, bought tickets, and sat down. Camping out is for weirdos.

We walked out of the theater as the May sun was coming up and went back to our beds (we lived near each other). He graduated a few weeks later, while I had another year. We saw each other sporadically over the years since, and frequently chatted on IM. He worked with Kate at the Daily News for a while, before they both quit to have lives that weren't made miserable by that place. But now, we are all in Paris at the same time doing Parisian things. Tomorrow, we do them together.



He's an amazing writer, with a dry wit that will make your throat hurt and your lips chapped. He comments frequently on my blog, and you can read his blog here.