He won the costume contest. We both did, in fact. The prize was a movie poster from the film. Upon wining, Danny yelled loudly to the audience, "I fed the caaat." I felt like Mother of the Year! It was better than his threat to start screaming, "Is there a social worker in the house? Please help me!"
So that was fun. If nothing else, Grey Gardens should serve as a warning about what happens to people that eat in bed...
...and feed wildlife (don't tell Blondin).
You should have married John Paul Getty.
Have a great weekend, everyone. Don't feed the raccoons, and don't eat in bed.