Here is her report:
I took your advice on the Texas Theatre basement movie. We didn’t stay long, but it was so much fun having to go through a creepy door in the men’s bathroom and sit on dirty cinder stairs (we got there late) to watch “Fight Club” on, essentially, a big sheet rigged to the wall. On our way back up, I totally walked in on some guy using the urinal. So embarrassing. We saw a Mexican thriller right before that, and the Sailor Jerry cocktail I had that I can’t remember the name of was good. I sat on one of the steps until some helpful guy ran up and got me a chair, and my husband sat on the floor. We both were covered in dirt and cinder and whatever else coats the basement down there, haha. It was a fun night.