We didn’t really throw a going-away party for Heather before she left, but we did manage to pop a bottle of champagne (and yes, put the date on the ceiling next to the dent) and watch Big Night, one of our new favorite movies (1996, rated R—but not for nudity, as there is none. They nailed it for profanity, but even that becomes comedy because those Italian immigrants don’t really know how to swear).
I really recommend Big Night. A modern classic. Lots of fun, great music, and the best food you’ll ever see—and not be able to eat. What a pity.
And Heather—if we had thrown you a party it would have been JUST LIKE THIS: