Tonight I experienced what can only be described as a scene from Alec's nightmares.

After an enjoyable dinner and conversation with a young woman, we head over to the Roxy to catch Wong Kar Wai's The Days of Being Wild. For some reason they seem to be running a little, late but eventually the trailers come on. As I settle in for the movie I hear my date say the fatal words:

How did we end up in Prozac Nation?

Apparently, unbeknownst to me, WKW was playing in the small theater next door at 9:45, and Prozac Nation was 10:00 in the main theater.