
Wouldn’t be the New Year without it…
A late New Year’s Eve (or early New Year’s Day, depending on how you look at it). A roaring fire, a glass of sherry and, for some reason, Spinal Tap on TV.
Wouldn’t be the New Year without it…
A late New Year’s Eve (or early New Year’s Day, depending on how you look at it). A roaring fire, a glass of sherry and, for some reason, Spinal Tap on TV.
Hey! I totally wanted to watch Spinal Tap on New Year’s Eve, but it seemed like a weird thing to watch on New Year’s Eve so we watched Amadeus and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. Which was probably not more normal.
Hee. I watched Lethal Weapon. Oh, for the good old days of the winter blockbuster.
Ya know? I miss that, too . . .