Who you gonna call?

Occasionally, Cas and I do normal-people stuff. Tonight, for only the third time, we went out for dinner and a movie. We had some loosely formed plan to go out, so in the afternoon, I started to look at what movies were in the theater. As it turns out, the Alamo Drafthouse was showing the original Ghostbusters on its 30th anniversary. My first thought? Oh, yeah. We're doing that.

It's great to be with someone who, like me, thinks this sounds just fabulous. Cas exists in a perpetual state of "down to clown." So awesome. 

He came to pick me up, and I had promised to make him one of the very best drinks I can- the now infamous Tuaca lemon drop. I know I didn't invent this and plenty of other folks make them, but I have to say, my Tuaca lemon drop is a thing of beauty. It is a tasty remnant of my days standing behind a bar, or as I now call it, my college tuition plan. 

After that, we went out for dinner and a movie. I know I have seen Ghostbusters enough times to virtually sing along with some of the scenes, but something about seeing it on a movie theater screen really brings it all back in a way that HBO could only wish to do. 

Cas has a birthday coming up in two weeks, and we are making some plans for that. I have a pair of tickets to a comedy festival, and it appears I will be meeting his mom. I think I'm ready. Well, I'm almost ready. I do want to touch up my hair color first. I think mom will like me. I'm likable, right? Alas, we will see in two weeks. My mom likes him. So does my dad. And Danny. And I think Jeff will, too- just as soon as we can get them in the same room. 

I have an idea about an all-day date in Fort Worth the following week as a way to extend the celebration. I have to step my game up- he kind of crushed it for my birthday. 

In the meantime, Cas, Ivan Reitman, Dan Akroyd, Bill Murray and I had a lovely evening. Man, bustin' makes me feel good.