Randomly Accessed Memory

Back in 1993 (according to the Wikipedia entry), comedy freaking genius Carl Reiner released a movie he directed called Fatal Instinct. It was a Mel Brooks-esque sendup of the sexy-thriller genre, which had recently gotten a huge boost from Basic Instinct and Fatal Attraction, hence the name.

"Crazy bitch" having been a trending  topic int he early 1990s.

I don't remember how, but my spouse and I and our good friend Drummer Boy scored tickets to an advance screening of this movie.

Is it just me, or is it hard to image life before the Intertubes?

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.

Chemistry. Seriously.

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?