Faces, Cambridge, Massachusetts
closure reason: died with disco (1990)
The Starck Club, Dallas
cr: unknown (1989)
The Cave, New Orleans
cr: ceiling collapse (1931)
Le Palace, Paris
cr: drug trafficking (1989)
The Living Room, Providence, RI
cr: building declared unsafe (1991)
The Blitz Club, London
cr: declining attendance (1989)
Air, Tokyo
cr: unknown (2016)
Golden Pudel, Hamburg
cr: fire (2016)
B018, Beirut
cr: bombing (2014)
Heartbreakers, Columbia
cr: insider deal (early 2000s)
Elgin Jailhouse, Aberdeen
cr: fire (1998)
Florida 2000, Nairobi
cr: evicted (2013)
The Booby Trap, Winter Park, Florida
cr: criminal activity (2015)
The World, East Village, NYC
cr: owner found dead on the premises (1991)
Disco Schatzi, Hagegrunn
cr: fire (2012)
In Extremis, Sarasota, FL
cr: demolished
Bongo’s, Bradenton, FL
cr: demolished
Stowaway Club, Newport, Wales
cr: fire (2018)
Bangor Cave, Blount County, Alabama
cr: illegal gambling (1938)
Reina Nightclub, Istanbul
cr: attacked by ISIS (2017)
La Favela, Bali
cr: gas explosion (1992, 43 killed)
Sari Club, Kuta, Bali
cr: terror attack (2002, 202 killed)
Christian Audigier Club, Las Vegas
cr: bankrupt (2014)
Arma 17, Moscow
cr: shut down by the Russian military (2016)
Art of Lovers, Osaka
cr: prostitution (2013)
New City Club, Tokyo
cr: structural instability (2014)
King Xhmu Discotheque, Sapporo
cr: unknown (2014)
Enchanted Forest Teen Club, Dayton
cr: burned (1972)
La Belle Angèle, Edinburgh
cr: arson (2002)
Proscape Gardens, Memphis
cr: unknown (1979)
The Bitter Lemon, Memphis
cr: unknown (1972)
Club Oberá, Oberá, Argentina
cr: paranormal activity (2013)
Lolito’s, Moscow
cr: front for a child prostitution ring (2014)
Cocanut Grove, Boston
cr: burned (1942, 500 people killed)
The Station, West Warwick, RI
cr: burned (2003, 100 people killed)
40/40 Club, Atlantic City
cr: destroyed by Hurricane Sandy (2012)
Medusa’s, Chicago
cr: lost its lease (1992)
The Hospital, Montreal
cr: no business license (2005)
Sutthisan Rama, Bangkok
cr: financial crisis (2004)
Cross Club, Prague
cr: safety code violations (2014)
The Tunnel, NYC
cr: non-payment of rent (2001)
Xenon, NYC
cr: declining attendance (1984)
The Doors, Johannesburg
cr: mass murder on premises (1997)
Pyyzm, London
cr: onsite rape and murder (2013)
Eclipse, Coventry
cr: continued drug arrests (1995)
Gatecrasher One, Sheffield
cr: burned (2007)
Pusher, Manchester
cr: police drug crackdown (1974)
Kettells, Seattle
cr: unknown (2009)
No Comment Club, Paris
cr: unknown (2014)
Cabaret du Néant, Paris
cr: waning of ‘clubs that celebrate death’ fad (1867)
The Nsect Club, Hampton, VA
cr: weak attendance (1995)
Cousin Bill’s, Oklahoma City
cr: tornado (2012)
Hillbilly Ranch, Boston
cr: burned (1980)
Chandalier, NYC
cr: unknown (1985)
The Metaphysics, NYC
cr: destroyed by WTC collapse (2011)
The Electric Circus, NYC
cr: outmoded (1970)
Shorty’s Underground, Cincinnati
cr: floor collapsed (1995)
Panorama Club, Portland
cr: unknown (2003)
The Odyssey, Los Angeles
cr: burned (1981)
Coconut Teaszer, Los Angeles
cr: foreclosure (2006)
The Starwood, Los Angeles
cr: unpaid taxes (1981)
Gazzarri’s, Los Angeles
cr: irreparable earthquake damage (1993)
Clifton’s Pacific Seas, Los Angeles
cr: declining attendance (1960)
Floodlights, Beverly Hills
cr: never existed (2000)
Nafta Club, Nazare, Portugal
cr: building collapsed (2002)
The Adventurers Club, Orlando
cr: unknown (2009)
Mystic, Malta
cr: mass suicide on premises (1970)
Honey Moon Trail, Rock Springs, Maryland
cr: owner murdered (1963)
JB’s, Flint, Michigan
c: burned (2014)
The Magic Kingdom, Indonesia
cr: bomb blast (2002, 180 killed)
The Cave @ Homa Chateau, Gullin, China
cr: flooded (2014)
Lavish, St. Louis
cr: unknown (2002)
Old Joanna’s, Swansea
cr: burned (1998)
Dady-O Nightclub, Cancun
cr: drug trafficking (2014)
Luv-a-Fair, Vancouver
cr: safety code violations (2004)
Memory Lane, Cayman Islands
cr: collapsed (2003)
Cabaret de l’Enfer, Paris
cr: demolished, replaced by supermarket (1950)
Satellite Lounge, Cookstown, NJ
cr: fire
Majestyk, Leeds, UK
cr: fire
The Axiom, Houston
cr: too many drug overdoses
Cheetah, Venice, CA
cr: fire
Playboy Club, NYC
cr: outmoded
The Vault, NYC
cr: destroyed during West Street expansion (1996)
The Mineshaft, NYC
cr: health code violations (1985)
Palladium, NYC
cr: purchased by NYU and demolished
Charlie’s Club, Moore, Oklahoma
cr: tornado damage (2014)
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p.s. Hey. ** diesel clementine, Hi. Oh shit, I only just realised that somehow my eyes must’ve jumped over your comment yesterday, and I have no idea why. I’m so sorry. When I start the p.s., my coffee intake and hence wakefulness is questionable, and maybe that’s why. Anyway, I just read your comment and it was fully rich and fascinating, and it wasn’t too long and nor did it contain anything that wasn’t both highly appropriate and a boon for me and the assembled. No worries whatsoever, and I apologise again. I’ll make myself more eagle-eyed starting today. ** jay, Hey, jay. That rhymes, I only just noticed. Happy to read your descriptor of the McCall work. I’m a fan, and I’ve seen his stuff live and know of what you speak. Interesting to imagine you typing that on an autopsy table. And to experience the autopsy itself second hand. It gives me sort of Ouija board vibes. Although I do hope for your sake that your vehicle is back to normal. Excellent day to you irregardless. ** James, Must be indeed. Well, I’m glad you’re dancing again, and I can feel it. When I was a kid, one time I came upon a worm that had a human-like face on its … tail, or whatever it’s called. It was one of those ‘scare off enemies’ things that nature gives to certain otherwise helpless creatures. It was scary as fuck. It looked like Marilyn Monroe. I smashed to mush with a shovel, which I still regret doing. I have so extremely no interest in going to Dubai. What is a ‘mock exam’? Well, I guess it’s mock exam, duh, but why would you be asked to take a mock exam? Seems weird. I’m so-so about coconut. Its taste needs to be pretty well hidden in chocolate’s for me to eat it. I liked being at an all-boys school. My school had a sister school, an all girls school, and they would ship us back and forth for events and dances and stuff. That was exciting for some reason. If you have a book on Fire Island, you are definitely gay. I don’t even have a book on Fire Island. That is really fucking gay. ** Lucas, The 20th, 8 days away, okay, not so bad. Awesome about the speedy appointment. Was your confidence about the exam today reinforced by the thing itself? My Wednesday was … let’s see, I started writing a maybe new fiction thing. That was a surprise. I had a coffee with someone I met first here on the blog who’s going to university here, and she was/is great, and that was fun. The rest was pretty random. I hope you exited the room where you took the exam hopping, skipping, and jumping. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, I feel sort of confident that we’ll conquer the film’s remaining hurdles, but it’s going to be tricky. Thank you! I think love was thinking that even your clothes and the food you bought and your house keys and literally everything you own would all be lamps. Good luck trying to imagine that. I’m surprised Las Vegas doesn’t have a hotel shaped like a giant genie’s lamp. Love turning everything you own into a nightclub, which even he can’t imagine, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. Yeah, nice things, those Bullochs. So handy. The Piotr Uklanski piece is really nice, and, unlike the Bullochs, it doesn’t seem like it would shatter if you moshed on it. ** Steeqhen, Getting there, good. Did you manage to dot the final ‘i’ last evening? I guess that’s the thing: I don’t find gyms or at least the idea of them sexy. I know that’s idiosyncratic of me. I think I’m more into couch potatoes. Plus, as I’ve said before, I’ve always thought of my body as just a moving platform on which my head is transported. Yeah, I lived about 80% in my head when I was younger, and I kind of still do, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. So, yeah, you’re doing just fine. Thank you for wanting to watch our films. Ace the sprint to Xmas. ** Steve, The name Lawrence Abu Hamdan is familiar, but I’m not sure if I know his work. I’ll find out. Thank you. Everyone, Mr. Erickson has shared his 2024 ‘music top 10 list (with extensive addenda)’, if you’re interested, it is located here. It’s cold and increasingly colder here. I need to buy a scarf. I left mine on the metro. Drat. ** Joseph, Yay, disorientation is the goal of all goals. Well, not always, okay. Like if someone put a gun to my head, that wouldn’t be a good goal. Yes, your book, I love it! I’m almost finished reading it — I’ve been taking my sweet time — and it’s still scaling the heights. I don’t think you want to get on the level of Knott’s insanity, or least where it took him eventually. Have his cake but eat it too. Great post title, obvs. Yay! Thank you, sir! ** HaRpEr, Not that you should quit smoking, far from it, but Zac quit smoking about four years ago, and he’s gotten less sick around Xmas ever since, which I guess makes sense. But he still gets sick is, I guess, the point. I think maybe when you get outside the UK, Anthony Burgess’s name recognition lowers substantially? Or I’m just not paying attention in the right way, just as likely. Kavan is good, yes. ‘Ice’ is great. Dystopia is so extremely way maxed out in my opinion (too). Apart from, yes, ‘Harrow’ and the rare genius depiction. ** Who else but mee 🧸, Hey! It is a bit of an elegant year. I wonder why. We have chosen the one at the top, the ‘fireplace’ one, but we might spring for a second one, maybe the conch shell one possibly. Which one would you like to scarf down? ** Justin D, Hey, hey. I rarely reread entire novels, or almost never, but, yes, I do pick books off the shelf and make a beeline to bits that that have lingered and then luxuriate in their refreshed familiarity. It is fun: my game. I recommend it if you like indulging in such things. Yes, sorry, I’m behind on my email as seemingly always, but I’m almost there, and I am already thanking you from the bottom of my future heart, or I mean its future status. Are you hoping to get anything in particular gift-wise for Xmas this year? ** 𓆏D𓆏𓆏arby, Your name has never looked better, and that’s saying something. Wow, your drawings are great! I think my favorites, at least to start with, are ‘Ghost in the Room’, ‘Pretty circle with depth’, ‘Die! Hund!’, and ‘Ugly Expression’. What do those choices say about me, I wonder? I feel special. Thank you, pal and maestro! I don’t know what a band-aid blunt is, which is super square of me, I’m sure, but I like what it sounds like. Your humor hits the bullseye with me. You told me about touching the Boris guy’s hand, but the pit’s impactfulness re: you is news! I dipped into the pit at a Melvins show one time, and the next thing I remember is lying outside the venue on the sidewalk with half of my clothes torn up. I like hanging out at galleries and museums and the After8 bookstore and of course in cafes which is where I guess I hang out the most. Ramen, nice. It’s hard to find really good ramen in restaurants though, I don’t know why. At least in Paris. Anyway, that place sounds enviable. No, you shouldn’t delete, no, if you want my opinion. And I can 100% assure you that this blog isn’t a syop or a lab where I use you guys to cook up characters or anything. Nope. You’re in the clear around here. Enjoy whatever your weekend puts in front of you. ** Okay. I’m giving you 86 dead clubs, and, maybe more interestingly, how they died. A veritable minimalist nightlife obituary. See you tomorrow.
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Oh wow, New City Club is so so much my kind of thing. I always love architecture that’s sort of impractically beautiful, and unlikely to look good for very long. The interior’s wonderful too, I always love that kind of super-organic architecture. I may go down a bit of a rabbithole researching this one. My boyfriend’s apartment overlooks this wonderful car-parking lot that’s (I think) copper-plated, and the first time I stayed overnight, it was about a week away from being opened. Now, it’s really, totally fucked up, all the copper is totally dented and messed up. He hates looking at it, and I think it’s probably put his apartment’s price down by a not-insignificant amount but, from someone who doesn’t need to think about that stuff (yet), it’s been lovely for me to watch develop over the last year or so.
Do you remember what the smoke was like, when you saw the McCall live? I know the exhibition I went to was controversial, because they used a particular kind of smoke that was meant to be somewhat exaggerated in terms of how it accentuated the light. Yeah, autopsy table / Ouija board are good parallels. I don’t feel a million miles from a tree surgeon either. Unfortunately the part I ordered was faulty, so I’m waiting somewhat eagerly for the replacement fan to arrive in the mail. It’s been a fun project to get done, though, the fan’s been loud for ages – it’s much to loud for it to be socially acceptable for me to work in public with, so it’ll be nice to get done with.
I think I tend to start huge, ambitious, ill-advised projects when I’m in this state, so I’ve been trying to redirect that energy towards doing a deep-clean of my room. When I’m a little lethargic / subdued / quote-unquote depressive, I tend to have a shameful attitude of “I don’t want to see this anymore” in regards to (dry) trash in my room, so it tends to form a bit of a mass under my bed – which I’m going to try and sort out today. The trash under my bed, I mean, not the impulse. So that should be fun. Anyway, have an amazing day. If I don’t send a message tomorrow, just assume I’ve been crushed by my mattress, haha. Cya!
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Huh, okay, I might opt for having everything I own turned into a lamp rather than a nightclub – not only because it’s hard to imagine the latter but also because whatever form the transformation takes, the result would probably be really, really loud. Unless, of course, all the nightclubs are dead. In which case I’d consider that option – if love allows me to have a say in it at all. … What the hell are we talking about here, haha?
Love dying like The Axiom, Od.
Dennis, Dead clubs? Noooooooooooooo!
Well, there are open DOL investigations ongoing. I don’t think he’s aware of those. Or if he is, he doesn’t seem to care. It’s the same bullshit over and over. The frustrating thing is that nobody at the agency where we work seems to be willing to step in and say, “ENOUGH!” But we’re gonna keep on and hold him to account as much as we can. Dude still owes each of us $400 from last paycheck. We have a meeting on Friday, so we’ll see what happens then. It’s a bit of a nightmare.
Yeah, Alex is a brat. Kinda like me. 😛
Seems a shame how the legendary Blitz club in London closed it doors in 1989, right on the cusp of the Acid House explosion sweeping the nation. Maybe reinventing as a peace and love hangout could have saved the day?
I remember when I was in Dundee around 2003 and a few of us started a night up there called NEON. It was all going well for a total of 2 parties but then the owner attempted to open up a different venue and the whole thing went tits up. I did think we could be the local answer to Optimo but it just wasn’t to be. Here are some posters from those times.
Love this post; “Lolito’s” being a front for child trafficking… who would’ve thought? There’s a big discourse in Ireland at the moment as 4 in 5 clubs since the year 2000 have closed down… only 70 clubs left in the country and the majority are situated in Dublin. There’s only 1 ‘club’ in Cork, the rest are pubs. Everything closes around 2am too, so the culture of going out in Ireland hinges on people allowing their places to become dj sets for the remainder of the night.
Didn’t finish the essay yesterday, but got over 50% done. Now I’m almost at the 1k words mark, and I definitely have at least another 300 I need to put down. Reading so much about the Irish experience of having to leave is really resonating with me; Mother Ireland by Edna O’Brien is a good short memoir that I’ve been referring to, and god do I relate to the uncomfortable notion of loving your home, but knowing you’ll only suffer staying there.
Thinking of your body as a mode of transport for your brain is probably the best way to live, hoping that I can get to that stage. Though I do have to admit I love having muscles, and the sensation of building it. It’s erotic, not just the objectification that comes with it, but the arrogance of being objectified.
One thing I’ve found in the past month is that I focus my best when I’m playing the same songs over. Sometimes it’s an album (I’ve written essays listening to the same Sufjan Stevens album on repeat for hours), at the moment it’s a playlist of Tori Amos tracks. From my lastfm stats, I’ve listened to her 230 times already this week. I can’t wait to not have to though, when I can listen to any music and not just these same 30 songs that focus my brain.
Where abouts in Paris would you recommend meeting/going? I’m gonna be staying at this hostel in Place de la Nation, but I know my way around the metro, and have been inclined to go to Montmatre this time around, though I don’t know if I could deal with all the hills!
Anyway hope your week has been good to you.
Hey Dennis,
Great post! When I was in my early 20s I used to do a lot of nostalgic pining for lost clubs that I’d never be able to go to. Gay clubs from the 70s and 80s usually. Now I’m over it. Feels a little performative and whiny when I look back. I might have been projecting my loneliness onto the culture at large.
Chiming back in about “The Present and the Past”… I loved it. Some critic said something about her books being about “the great going clock of society” and I agree. Every character seems to be a philosopher but also a kind of automated clockwork figure. She’s dark and and sharp and hilarious for sure, but places little tender moments really well for texture/relief. I also love how she doesn’t care to describe the physical world at all and just commits to that. It’s liberating. Also it’s just a really balanced composition… like really harmonious and graceful as a whole. I’m impressed and inspired.
Hope you’re well!
James
‘Clubs’ as a whole are a pretty foreign concept to me. I’ve never been to one, which can partly be explained by age. But I’m not sure if I’d enjoy them. Loud noises and loads of people in a tight space. Lights and such are pretty, though. But alcohol, meh. That New Orleans Cave is very catacombs-y. ‘declining attendance’ as a reason for collapse is really quite depressing. The innards of The World look pretty gaudy. Lurid attempt at gentility. I did not see ISIS coming. I quite like the look of Arma 17, though. Spacious, at least from above. New City Club is exactly the kind of funky one expects from Japan. ‘Enchanted Forest Teen Club’ sounds a bit dodgy, and Lolito’s hardly needs comment. I quite like the look of that empty Bangkok one, and the one in Prague. No Comment Club is a good name. Unpaid taxes and tornado and never existed are the funniest reasons. Chinese cave looks awesome, very Bond. Very nice selection.
Quick note on Burgess – he isn’t super popular over here in Blighty. I’ve read Clockwork Orange, back in secondary, and for whatever reason my headmaster – who was nice enough tell kids to leave me alone when they were being dicks when I was just trying to read – kept telling me it was a ‘groundbreaking novel.’ Just would not stop saying that exact phrase, so it’s an inside joke now with family. Nadsat’s incorporation is genius. I’ve a copy of Earthly Powers (unread but the 1st sentence, I mean, c’mon, need it) and my pater has a biography somewhere.
Hello though, Dennis. Pig insulin aside I am glad my dancing was energetic enough for it to vibrate through my keyboard. That worm incident sounds freaky, man. Looked like Marilyn Monroe? Fuck kind of ‘worm’ was that? And how big was that shovel? I have… less experience with shovels than I think I should.
Oo, weird coincidence. I got into college today and went to the library as usual and when I sat down I looked up and was face to face with a book on a shelf on the other side of the room that had a kind of blurry coloured cover and the only thing on it I could read was ‘James.’ Which was cool. I don’t think I needed to rock up for history today, and there was no worm in geography although there was much giggling on my part, and I’ve got two free pens that were just lying about. Thursday-wise, a good one.
Never invite you to Dubai, got it. Wasn’t on my agenda in the first place, admittedly. Perhaps somewhere more exotic, like Berwick-upon-Tweed, teehee. Some names in England are just ridiculous.
Mock exams are to prepare students for the real thing, I guess, is the logic. Gives people a chance to fuck up and get away with it as opposed to fucking up on the real thing. My college is better at pacing exams, my secondary tested my poor pubertal ass to death. Whooole load of crying. These days I’m more chill, generally.
To be fair, I don’t really have coconut in many contexts outside of chocolate. It’s nice in/on cakes, sometimes. I’m a fan of coconut, definitely.
Single-sex schools seem pretty outdated to me, as much as I would have liked to go to one (for… reasons). Closest I got was when I was younger during the summer holidays whilst my parents worked I’d go to this fun little science club thing, which was held in an empty all-girl’s school. I enjoyed those times.
Pfft, being told how gay I am by the one and only Dennis Cooper is a highlight of life so far, definitely. I am, indeed, quite gay.
Back to being overly wordy, I think.
And looking forward to the weekend to boot. Gonna respond to emails (genuinely excited about them), read. Be seeing you, D-Dawg.
P.S., jay, screwy taste isn’t fun but I think I cope fine enough these days. Man, what’s so bad about student cuisine? As far as I know that consists of takeaway, pot noodles, coffee, and booze. And I’m only averse to those last two. Good you’ve a kitchen whiz. Lord knows I’m fucking helpless when it comes to cooking, I really need to sort that out before uni. Anything to do w/ Macca is cool, usually.
I have played very little Monopoly in life. It never quite clicked. I was more a snakes and ladders kid, or draughts. Thanks, see you probably late-ish tomorrow, or, see you when I check this blog when I’m bored in college or at home, and again when I type up a response once the day’s done.
I think student cuisine just tends to be awful, at least in first year. I lived with a guy in first year who had parents who cooked every meal for him, so he cooked some pretty hideous meals. I have a very vivid memory of coming into the kitchen, and seeing him chiselling an “omlette” onto a plate, in scorched fragments. Well, I recommend starting now, otherwise you can fall down the pot-noodle radicalisation rabbithole. Anyway, see you tomorrow!
Hiiii Dennis,
Had to comment on today’s extremely beautiful blog post, and not only are these images so delightful, but also because I have to give some attention to that picture of Zoe Lund at The World, I had never seen that image before. She is so stunning WOW. Hope you are well, Ive been arranging images of graphs into totem arrangements this evening. XX -H
Hey. Holy Shit! I live right by that ‘Pryzm’ nightclub. It re-opened. I had no idea about its murky history. Apparently it used to be called ‘Oceana’ but it’s been rebranded. One of the worst clubs you’ll ever go to, but it’s quite a beautiful building on the inside. It’s basically just tacky nostalgia-bait music and violently drunk eighteen year olds. A friend I was with actually did get in a fight there once.
This is crazy because we were just talking about it but a scene from ‘A Clockwork Orange’ was apparently filmed there. The part near the start where Alex and his gang get in a fight with Billy Boy’s gang in a kind of old abandoned music hall. Well, apparently that’s Pryzm from what I’ve heard. I’m really trying to track down where I read that but I swear I did read it.
I’m feeling a bit better today. Oh, you’re definitely right about smoking. I’m unfortunately not planning on quitting anytime soon, especially not now. Zac’s a real wizard for doing that.
I had my last class for three weeks now. I still have to finish a story and edit together a chapbook of ten poems before I get back, but that’s about it I think. Lots of other projects though. The other day I looked back on what I’ve written for this novel I’ve been writing for over two years and got extremely angry at myself. I wanted to destroy it but at the same time I realized that the general ideas are there and it’s still something I really need to write, so I’ve started a different approach for this next draft. I kind of realized that I’ve basically just been polishing a turd for the past year with some exceptions of bits I think are quite good. I worked on it again today, barely looking at what I originally wrote but keeping certain phrases etc. I’ve kind of realized that my past editing methods were not strenuous enough. I was simply making the sentences sound different and cutting certain things. But now I’m condensing and trying to create a certain ‘flow’ for lack of a better word. I don’t want to rush this but I’m worried. It’s not worth dwelling on these worries but I, like a lot of people, have a very self-destructive tendency in terms of my writing. I’m absorbing so much that I’m a different person (and my writing changes) by the end of my draft. I do actually really like when a style mutates in a book, but I don’t know. I’m probably exaggerating, because I think I always wanted to create a certain effect with the thing I’m writing and that’s even present in the first draft, but I do worry. But I guess if I’m worrying then it means I’m not writing. So that should probably come first.
Am I overthinking it Dennis? Have you ever dealt with the same thing?
Hey, Dennis! I’m still struggling to believe they named the club ‘Lolito’s’—that’s wild. Yeah, I figured you were metaphorically snowed under by emails; all good! Um, it’s funny, I haven’t really asked for anything for Xmas in quite a few years. My bf and I don’t really adhere to set dates/rules about what days are appropriate to give each other gifts. It’s really kind of liberating. My parents, however, usually gift me my favorite Christian Dior fragrance and an envelope of cash, so I can’t really complain. Anything you’re hoping to get? I imagine just getting the film out into the world could be up there. Good Thursday, I hope?