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From slate [excerpt], woke up Saturday morning determined to gain admission into Exhibit Hall H of the convention center. Hall H is the big kahuna—6,500 seats—where all the sparkly Hollywood stuff goes on. The first event scheduled on Saturday was at 11:30 a.m., when Quentin Tarantino would be presenting footage from his upcoming film, Django Unchained. To ensure I'd get a seat, I showed up four hours early to stand in line.
Immediately it became apparent that I should have shown up at least seven hours early. The line was comically long. It flowed into a park next to the convention center, serpentined several times, wound its way through fretful hope, past mournful despair, and then hopped out onto an access road for 750 yards or so before twisting into an entirely different park. It finally terminated on a desolate, cracked-asphalt basketball court not remotely within eyeshot of the convention center entrance, where—and at this point I broke into an incredulous chuckle—it began to serpentine again, such that one had to trace 10 or 12 basketball-court-length switchbacks before making any forward progress.
The guys who fell in line behind me were a cheerful, chubby trio, munching on breakfast sandwiches. One dude wore a "Joss Whedon Is My Master Now" T-shirt, and another wore a shirt that said, "Captain Filipino-America." To pass the time, they named the full casts from every Star Trek iteration. Then they named all the actors who ever appeared on The Wonder Years. Then they began to play the six degrees game.
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