On Saturday afternoon, the big day of our first official screening of Thunder Rack, we all met at my place a few hours early to make The Fighting Cocks t-shirts and drink beer to calm our nerves. Everyone arrived and I started printing our iron-ons to attach to everyone's shirts. I didn't pay attention, had just enough iron-ons for every single person, started printing and we were on our way. Until I realized I hadn't chosen the mirror-setting, and at that point recognized that we were fucked. We still had about an hour before we were going to leave the house to walk to the theatre, which is almost a mile away. We WANTED these t-shirts! So I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could to the nearest office supply store, which was downtown, about a mile away, at the transfer-point between the bikers and runners for the Boise Ironman competition.
All the streets were closed from here to downtown Boise and as soon as I crested the Capitol Street Bridge, I knew I was even more fucked than when I printed our iron-ons backwards. There were so many people lining the streets to watch, so many bikers biking their hearts out to hit the transfer-point, and so many fucking people blocking the fucking streets!!!! I jumped off my bike, walked it two blocks, said "excuse me" to way too many people, and arrived at the office supply store just in the nick-of-time. Bought some new iron-ons (those fuckers are expensive), grabbed my bike, walked two blocks, hopped back on, and rode like I was one of the Ironman competitors to get home, spend 15 minutes ironing some damn shirts, and walk out the door, only to head BACK TOWARD the Ironman competition to The Flicks theatre to watch our film premier.
There have been so many instances where something amazing happens in my life (like a film premier) where something has gone terribly wrong. But it just adds to the intensity of the day.
We met a friend of ours there, who had joined us for support, and we settled in to watch 11 short films for the 2011 i48 film competition. I was pleasantly surprised at the talent that showed up. At the end of our showing, the director/producer of i48, stood up to make the nominee announcements. And that's when we started screaming. (My heart is pounding, just as it did that night, thinking about that moment.) We were nominated for an award and our film would be showing the next night at The Egyptian Theatre, in front of a large audience.
We left the theatre in a daze, so thrilled and proud of ourselves that I think we lit up the Boise skyline with our smiles. After regrouping at our house, we headed out for dinner, drinks, and a night of dancing on the town. We had something to celebrate.
Sunday came and it was another day of watching more films, some of which we had seen the night before in our group of 11 films, and some we hadn't had a chance to watch. All films shown on Sunday at The Egyptian were nominated for one of the various awards - best actor, best actress, best use of prop, best use of dialogue, best music, best picture, etc. We watched all of the films and were blown away by some of the talent that is hidden in this town. After all the films were shown, the awards were given and we were honored with Best Use of Prop. Our director headed up to the stage to accept our award for us and we quietly sat in our seats, after cheering of course, looking at each other with such pride.We made this film together, we couldn't have done it without the other people who were involved.
After the awards were given and fists were bumped, we slowly walked back to our home-base and proceeded to party well into the night, despite the fact that a few of us had to work at 8 the next morning, and relived our weekend of i48 filmmaking. It was a good experience, indeed.
1 comments:
I read your blog too! Mwah!
Karen
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