Marty had spent a week making homemade pastrami, and we had Reuben sandwiches involving the pastrami, from-scratch onion rye bread, homemade Russian dressing, and deli sauerkraut. (Actually, because it was pastrami and not corned beef, I'm told this sandwich is called a "Rachel.")
We started off with a bottle of Coppola's "Sofia" Rose because of the crazy-making heat wave, then moved on to some rich German/Czech beers with the meal.
And afterward we listened to favorite opera arias and blew stuff up. Did you know that the gloves firemen wear can safely protect you from a bottle rocket exploding in your hand? Well, they can.
Movie night has a milestone coming up in two weeks. There was discussion of how to mark the occasion.
Modern Times, seen from the hallway: