Thanks, but I don't even like Ringo when he's speaking. We dined and dropped our girlfriends off at the hotel, freeing ourselves to make fools of ourselves to a greater extent than ever before. We also picked up a few pillows, blankets, flashlights and Dr. Peppers. We made it back during a short, right before Plan 9 . I'd never seen Plan 9 from Outer Space before.
People say it's the worst movie ever.
It was sure a hell of a lot of fun. Flashlights pointed out any and all light sources. One man to whom I am eternally indebted had an adept ability to make a slide whistle the most humorous comedy instrument ever employed at a b-movie festival. I laughed and did my best to play along. I can only hope that in the end, I contributed to the eternal rattan vs. wicker debate by introducing the third possibility of cane furniture .