Okay . . . well, at least Frank got some enjoyment out of it. But man, talk about a buzzkill.
If it didn’t even happen, then this has been one Elmo of a fever dream she’s had these previous two weeks that involved her parents and a stranger.
At long last, Luann had something she could write about. This has been one of the more compelling and engaging arcs we’ve had in a long time.
(Cue Waldorf and Statler chortling in the balcony)
I haven’t doodled big lips on it yet.
And just like that, they both jump out of an actual airplane to turn themselves into a human biplane.
Listen, if that parachute failed to open, the helmet would be wearing Luann for protection.
I think the restaurant closed down a few years ago. I was there once, and while the atmosphere and food was good, it was crazy expensive – dinner for two was almost $100 (that was before tax and gratuity). The observation deck is always open, however; I was up there several years back to film a very brief wide-angle shot overlooking the city for a phony documentary I made (too bad the glass made everything look green outside).
YIKES! Watching it unfold live on TV, but only experiencing the affects of such (all of the smoke and smog in the air down here in the Great Valley), I can only imagine how much of a horror that must have been to actually be in it. I’m glad to hear you made it out of there.
Yup. From the little Hamlet that THE WALL STREET JOURNAL dubbed, “a scruffy river city” during the 1982 World’s Fair.