The weekend was good. I went to see a friend dj on Friday night. Then Saturday I went out to dinner and saw a fun band. Sunday I saw my dad, which was good. Except it was late night in Spring Green and there was nowhere to eat except an old supper club called Arthur's. Wretched. Their 'filet mignon' was a hamburger on white bread. No kidding. Then I finished up the rest of Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game. Brilliant film. I think as a result of the awful food, I had terrible dreams. There were crocidiles, re-hashed break-ups, and anxiety producing scenes involving high school. yeesh.
hotcurry:
I adore that film.