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It was great when it all began... At least that's what I've heard... I lived a mile from Chicago's Biograph Theater in 1979, and knew something was going on there. The newspapers had many articles about this fledging audience participation stuff, and people had begun to show up in costume for the midnight shows. I'd see them lined up for 2 blocks, yelling lines from the movie, acting out scenes, having a fine old time... and somehow I had the feeling that if I went in there, my life would change forever. I was trying to sort out my relationship with my then-husband, I was heading for a new job, and some sixth sense was whispering that I'd get sucked in to that show and wind up a gray-haired old fart, standing in front of some theater at midnight with my bag of rice and squirt gun... I opted for family life instead of wild adventure. Got back together with my husband for another nine years, had two kids, divorced, remarried, went through another devastating divorce in 1995... and began to realize that life is short and pleasure scarce, and "no one ever died wishing they'd spent more time at the office." |
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