Kij's birthday dinner-&-movie was such fun that I suggest we make Tuesdays at "The Place Formerly Known as Raoul's" (the EightOneFive) a regular gig. Here's the schedule for the next several weeks:
Pulp Fiction (which is cool -- I first saw this movie on the other side of the block, the art-house theater Liberty Hall)
Dinner starts being served at 6pm, movie starts at 7pm. Cute, friendly waitress who splits everyone's ticket even when we all sit together. Great bartender. Big projection screen. Good people. Let's do it!
I realized that following LJ discussions can be kinda weird and easily missed; I wanted to share this:
Chernobylred said (about the new rat-rod '72 Ford wagon), "But it's a blast to ride in. Especially when you get to scare the suburban wives in their BMW SUV."
HA! I loved that moment. It was like in the movies:
Two blondie-30ish types in their pristine white BMW SUV. Me, Kij, and chernobylred in the beater wagon. The light turns green. We're side-by side for a while, until the cam "kicks in" (oh, yes, you can tell through those glasspacks). Suddenly, the prissy girls hurry to get ahead, so Kij and chernobylred urge me to "put them into our cone of exhaust noise." After so doing, the SUV suddenly slows down and backs off some 100 yards behind us.
Good ol'-fashioned anarchistic fun! I shoulda had this thing when I was 16. And 18. And with the Moisturizers. And so forth.