Amy came to DC over the weekend, and we had a grand time viewing Sanford Gifford landscapes at the National Gallery, eating various Greek meats at Zorba’s while the remnants of Charley dumped rain outside, watching Superman II and Star Trek: The Slow Motion Picture over adobo with tomatoes and bagoong, and meeting up with Mr. (and Mrs.) Moon Pie at Screen on the Green to see Mr. Smith.
Turns out MrMoonPie is one of the notorious “HBO dancers” at Screen on the Green. And Mr. Smith Goes to Washington has one of the most abrupt movie endings I’ve ever seen.
(Note: Post title is just a reference to a phrase spoken by Mr. Smith.)