I had seen the trailer for Star Wars a couple of times and decided I wanted to watch it.
This would have been summer of 1977.
I went to the Victory Drive-In in North Hollywood. Foolishly, I took the hippie chick along with me, and we were both high.
As soon as the film began, I knew this movie would be terrific. Unfortunately, the hippie chick couldn’t care less about SciFi, let alone Star Wars. For her, the drive-in meant a different experience, and she ignored the fact that we were in an open top convertible.
Star Wars at the Victory was a distracted event, though I enjoyed enough scenes to watch again the following month.

This time, Grauman’s Chinese in Hollywood. Again with the hippie chick, this time, no reefer.
Grauman’s screen size was vast, 90 feet wide or more. The theater also blasted stereo, though I don’t think surround.
We sat in the third or fourth row, dead center, immersed in the film, and deafened by the sound.
Pretty fabulous experience, one that’s stayed in my memory for decades.
Note: the hippie chick and I are still together.