Following the screening, the theater will be transformed into our own private bar, where we get to choose the tunes we want to hear and we get to jump up in front of the screen and air guitar our asses off. There will be blood, yes, but there will also be sweat, tears, smoke, lights, and very possibly confetti and pyro! Spontaneous air bands will be formed. Lifelong friendships will be forged. Old videos you haven’t seen in years will be projected on the movie screen. It’s like karaoke on steroids. Scratch that: It’s like an Elmo crystal-meth sex party. But better.
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