Singin' in the Basement

On Sunday night, the amazingly crappy weather of late was feted with a Singin' in the Rain social. While your correspondent spent most of the time popping popcorn, talking on the phone with his lovely girlfriend Saira, and otherwise not watching the show, this reporter was the only attendee who did not spend the better part of 103 minutes last night enjoying the Singin' in Rain moving picture show. That qualifies the Singin' in the Rain Social as an unqualified success.

For those of you who came, all the boys at La Casa would like to thank you for your attendance, support, and for going through two pounds of popcorn seeds. The house's collective New Year's resolutions will benefit by this. In a perfect world, each of you eight wonderful people would be identified and targeted with missiles of gratitude. It's not a perfect world, reread the first paragraph. I've got no clue what was going on in the basement. There's a hypothesis that Seth pantomimed and lip-synched along with the film while David apologized to all in attendance and Sarah and Ed chattered excitedly about traveling in Turkey. Slides may have been shown.

All in all, the movie was great, the popcorn was air popped, and the available seating was filled, but people weren't uncomfortably close to each other.