Give Us Cinema or, Like, Give Us Death

This is a great story. Seven girls from the auspiciously-named Petaluma, California, spent two and a half years getting a multiplex built in their hometown. As Metafilter points out, it’d make a great 80s teen flick:

Flanked by developer Matt White and Petaluma Mayor David Glass, the seven were ecstatic as they lifted golden shovels and turned over the first piles of earth. Ignoring the night breeze in their nylons and black satin ’50s style jackets, some of the girls giggled and teetered on their high heels in the dirt lot — decorated with black and white balloons and a long red carpet — where a new building soon will rise.

I’m already imagining the final scene. With the building freshly completed, the seven girls, alone in a theatre, watch the latest teen flick with satisfaction. A door at the back of the theatre opens, and one of the girls tells whoever it is to get lost–this is their private screening. The person approaches, ignoring the girl’s warning. Oh my God! It’s, like, the star of the teen flick, who made it to the theatre opening after all! He smiles his perfect, ear-to-ear grin as the girls gasp and the credits roll.