This past Thursday, I finally got my projection screen mounted on the ceiling. It's pretty damn cool, I must say. Long ago, I'd promised some friends of mine in our (now defunct) D&D group that I'd inaugurate the screen with a marathon showing of the
Lord of the Rings extended versions.
(Why is the group defunct? Because Kassi and her family are moving to Iowa. Next weekend. Yeah. Iowa. Totally sucks... I'm really gonna miss these guys.)
Due to how hectic their schedules were, last night was the only night Kassi was free to do the movies. So she and the gang (her boyfriend, his best friend, and the best friend's girlfriend) came down. We started the movies at seven p.m. With the loss of an hour due to Daylight Savings Time, it was after eight a.m. when we finished.
And yes... somehow I managed to stay awake all night for this, save for maybe five minutes in small increments here and there. No one else did that, somehow, despite them all being less than half my age and theoretically used to this sort of thing.
I didn't bother going to bed when they left, though I did take an hour-long nap in the afternoon.
One of the things I had to do was take down the huge mother-truckin' mirror that hung above the fireplace. The reason being is that, if you were seated on the sofa against the wall, watching the movie on the screen, you'd see a backward version of the film in the mirror. So it's down, and in its place are half a dozen wrought iron tealight holders. Looks pretty nice.
The mirror could, I suppose, be mounted above the sofa, where I'd been watching movies before. But I'd really rather it just go away. It's big and gaudy, and I don't even really like mirrors to begin with. There are three other huge mirrors in the apartment already. Don't need this one. I'll get a painting or something for the wall above the sofa.
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