When Marriage Attacks!

J and I went to Enzian last night for Member Appreciation night and got in on standby for the screening of We Don't Live Here Anymore. It was really staggeringly good and I highly recommend. Status: I'm still in love with Peter Krause all these years later (yum!), and Mark Ruffalo is still something amazing to watch.

Sunday night, we acquired a Eugene for Grease. I forget his real name, but he is knee-slapping funny - like, laugh-till-you-snort funny. I can't even be mad that I know he's going to steal the show. When he's on stage, please ignore me completely and watch him, especially in dance scenes. Poor Cindi - he tosses her around like a sack of potatoes, and he's bound to kick her in the face one night, but it's all in the name of good comedy, so she's an excellent sport.

Kevin is recovering from his surgery well enough, but dealing with a neck brace 24 hours a day, and can't drive for about a month. He's bored already, and I'm guessing a month from now, if you have a question on where you can find something on the Internet, Kevin's going to be your guy.