once, when i was 19 or 20, i went to see a matinee showing of “me and you and everyone we know” at the E Street Cinema in washington DC, and i hardly remember a single thing about the movie except that i absolutely adored the name of it and that a nervous older man tried to ask me out afterwards on the sidewalk in front of the theater, and i shrugged shyly and told him that i was sorry but i wasn’t interested. oh, and i remember the skirt i was wearing: a blue-and-turquoise, ruffled paisley print which reached down to my ankles.
Wonderful on many levels. I love that movie and obviously the pooping back and forth... ))<<<>>>(( or however it goes