28 July 2002

Today I did a little work at the office, and went out and bought Amelie and Bottle Rocket on DVD. I loved Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums, but Bottle Rocket is offensively bad. I mean, good god, what a total piece of shit. I might return it.

On the positive side, last night was our black-tie party: cocktails at the cave, and then a bar crawl in Cambridge.

Joe and Peach.

Everyone looked great.

Blizzard.

Graveley with his Bond-on.

My sister and Taylor cutting a rug.

The Crazy Bambino and Anna.

We ate bananas.

Brief and furious, beautiful rain in Boston tonight.

Oh, and a couple days ago, the passenger-side door handle fell off the Fiat. It goes back on, but it doesn’t stay. And earlier today, I couldn’t seem to find it.