fake somebody @ the atlantic ; real nobody everywhere else

1987
put this on while following an annoyingly complicated recipe for making broccoli fritters and most of them fell apart when i plopped 'em into the pan because i'd missed some steps. lesson learned, do not cook and moonstruck; there are simply too many irresistible scenes to rewatch, with too much delightful dialogue that drowns out silly things like the difference between teaspoons and tablespoons. by the end i was all "i'm confused" about my own dinner, but ah well, worse things have happened. ronny lost his hand and his bride in one fell swoop, can you even imagine