Saturday, December 15, 2007


Last night was HA2 night, an annual tradition in which an elite group converges and watches what happens when you put Tim Curry, two Culkins and Christopher Columbus in the wilds of early-90s Manhattan.

Above: the evidence of my being so swept into the film that I let the oven attack my poor little peanut butter cup morsels. I'm a lousy housewife. (But sometimes, my nephew and I get it right.)