movie night

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[during which mkf not only socializes with actual people, but even has actual fun.]

after almost two years in the making, (a) the planets aligned, (b) the schedules coincided, (c) our host finally dragged his lazy ass to costco and bought the requisite big-ass flat-screen, and (d) mkf was only an hour late picking up v--i.e., it finally happened:

movie night.

the theme had been planned long before by our host, john, and myself: a double-feature of cheesy-yet-excellent post-"baby jane" thrillers--and everybody brought their favorite dish.

we chose to lead with a classic from bette (and bette):


followed as inevitably as night follows day by the immortal miss crawford's


trust me, an inspired pairing if ever there was one.

problem was, by the time we finished with drinks and dinner (which were incomparably excellent, as the following snapshot should attest)


we only managed to make it through the first film (which was a rousing success, of course) before reluctantly calling it a night and promising a raincheck for the second.

hey--suddenly, a reason to live.