Deadline
posted by mihow on July 30th, 2004
I am considering canceling a happy hour tonight so I can watch this. I will serve wine for those party people who care to join me this Friday night.
Edited to add: For anyone interested but not interested enough to sign up for free at New York Times, here is the official site for the film.
10 Responses to “Deadline”
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July 30th, 2004 at 03:22 PM
I am such a lame duck. I cancelled a social event in order to watch Dateline NBC.
July 30th, 2004 at 04:23 PM
Watching it now….very well done. At first I was going to mock you for staying home, but now I see why. Good stuff.
July 30th, 2004 at 04:41 PM
Good to hear, megs. I have a few hours to go yet. Unlike HBO, NBC doesn’t give the west the east on time. Ah well. :] Now I’m really excited!
July 30th, 2004 at 06:12 PM
It’s a night in for me. If you get a chance, watch 48 hours right after Dateline. It’s about a woman named Angela Shelton who is on a mission to find other women with her same name and proving the statistics in American are real. She found 76 other Angela Sheltons. I won’t tell you (unless you ask) what stat she’s trying to prove. Terrible.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:23 PM
megan, you rule. We should start something like they did back in the late 80s with the SATs where you can call me or email me or AIM me the tv shows I should watch and will enjoy and the like. I mean, I am three hours behind. And I do hope you’d let me know if I shouldn’t waste my time with something absurd. I guess this is one benefit in being the last group in American to shut the door.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:24 PM
Clearly, I have had too much wine already. oops.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:25 PM
I wanted to watch it. Instead, I was a jerk who stayed at happy hour too long, feeling lonely and not sober.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:26 PM
Awwww, honey, I’m here for you. Always.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:34 PM
I love us. All staying in, all drunk. We’re hot.
July 30th, 2004 at 06:41 PM
We are hot. We’re Drunk Across American. We got the lady on the east coast, we got the lady on the mid-coast, we got the lady on the west coast. We’re like Charlie’s Angels only switch out the kung-fu and a paycheck for booze and television. (One of you needs to go brunette).