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The movie was...well, it was mediocre. If you're wondering why you've never heard of the 1993 film Fatal Instinct, there's totally a reason. It was pretty painfully bad.
Don't spare any time thinking about the movie. Here's the point. My spouse and I and Drummer Boy attended the preview of this movie together at the old AMC Glen Lakes 8 in Dallas.
(It's now the site of an enormous fucking Dave and Busters. And I used to work in the building next door. Freaky, hey?)
I don't remember much about that night, or the movie, except that it was pretty damn mediocre.
What I do remember is that the legendary Carl Reiner was actually there, and he made an appearance in the lobby of the movie theatre after the screening.
I was way too timid/frightened/intimidated to approach a legend like Carl Reiner.
But not Drummer Boy. As I cowered, he strode up to Carl Reiner (of "The 2,000 Year Old Man" and "The Dick Van Dyke Show" and "I'm Goddamned Rob Reiner's Dad" fame) and shook the man's hand.
I fell in love with him for about the ninth time right there and then.
It would be many years before I admitted this to him.
Drummer Boy has been my friend for many years. And I love him.
He met Carl Reiner.
Who wouldn't love that?