So today I was bein’ my night owly self, tumblin’ in the common room. About to go up to bed (oh, did I mention I’m essentially living in a house despite being a college student? big step up from the cottage), when my bestest friend in the world comes down the stairs. He can’t sleep and is going for a walk. He asks if I want to join. I do, despite the throbbing in my leg from my Zombies, Run! earlier that day.
We walk for a bit, talk, our usual stuff.
Then he says, “Wanna go on the [building that shall remain nameless] roof?”
I had been up once before, but not to the really cool part, so we went there.
The usual window that we go through had had a plate-glass sheet put over it, but we were able to use another one. We snuck through the window to the roof, shimmying past the area where you can actually fall and die, and were at the cool part.
Almost. We climbed up another ledge, and onto a ladder which led to an overhang of the pitched, shingled part of the roof (“You should be good at this because of Assassin’s Creed” my friend said.)
We just lay there on the roof for a while, watching the stars and the nearly-full moon (not the greatest for illicit sneak arounding). My friend thought he saw a Campus Security golf cart, and we ducked down, but we were pretty well-hidden up there from the whole campus. The views and feeling were just amazing.
We got down after a bit, and went down through the side exit, to be greeted by an empty Security golf cart in the parking lot. We kept our cool and made a clean getaway.
I don’t think it’s a perfect movie. I don’t even think it’s a great movie. I think it’s a great time, and I’m proud of it, but for me, what was exciting is that people don’t go to see a movie that many times unless it’s pulling on something from within, unless there’s a need there. That’s very gratifying.