Please Don't Touch My Stapler, Mrs. Lampert...

Monday night was movie night at my house. Not too long after I met Buffalo Steve at Chris and Krystle's wedding, we discovered that we both have a fondness for old movies. This fondness includes a particular obsession with the Cary Grant-Audrey Hepburn mystery, Charade. (By the way, if you haven't seen it, shame on you. Go get it. Right now. It's great. I mean it. Go.) Anyway, we decided that the next time Steve came south, we would get together and watch Charade. (Nevermind the fact that we can pretty much quote it word for word.)

So Monday night, since Steve was still in town, he came over for our Charade party. Love that movie. Not ready to call it a night when it was over, he scanned my movie collection and we settled on Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. You can't go wrong with Indy. Ever. Finally, we watched Office Space. Milton. Love that dude. "My desk used to be by the window and I could see the squirrels and they were married." "The ratio of people to cake is too high." "I could burn this place down." Classic. Hilarious.

At some point, Steve decided I should wear his Mets hat. Not to be outdone, I fetched a Gamecock hat for him. It was his door prize for the evening. That hat had always been too big for my head...He'd better be rockin' it in New York now. It's a great hat.