![]() when I tumbled into bed last night this morning, I fully intended to walk to Grandview this morning for the matinee re-showing of The Terror, starring Jack Nicholson and Boris Karloff. But I am boasting a new–to me–pair of shoes.Įven though it was close to 5 a.m. The downside to this is that I’ve ended up sleeping through Saturday morning and early afternoon events that I’ve not wanted to miss. My job at the Discovery Exchange (Columbus State’s bookstore) is on hiatus until the day after Labor Day, so I’ve been enjoying this time off to the hilt, including a very open-ended Friday night bedtime. After Susie’s friend’s mother drove her daughter home, Susie said she was too exhausted to go to Studio 35 with me, so I locked the front door and walked up to the theater to see Nightmare Castle, a 1965 picture starring Barbara Steele and Paul Muller. When they came back around 11:15, I was waiting with my camera to immortalize the moment. The girl came up from Athens, and they went to the prom together. She went with a girl she met at Girlz Rhythm and Rock Camp. Last night, Susie went to The Other Prom, sponsored by the Kaleidoscope Youth Center. On Friday, Susie and I went to Studio 35 to see Agnes Moorehead and Vincent Price in The Bat, hosted by the inimitable Fritz the Nite Owl. ![]() This is my third consecutive night of late nights. I’ve downed a bottle of Everfresh cranberry juice, and I’m currently playing Eric Clapton’s “After Midnight” (very apropos) while I type this entry. The house has central heating, but not central air, so I took the laptop out to the front porch, currently the coolest part of the house. This blog entry has been my reward to myself for cleaning the kitchen and emptying the refrigerator, a task I delayed until well after sunset.
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