Lately my beloved and I have been renting classic movies we'd like to see again. Last night it was "The Thin Man," the 1934 caper based on the Dashiell Hammett novel featuring the dapper, wise-cracking William Powell and the ever-sexy Myrna Loy as Nick and Nora Charles, amateur detectives. Let's just say it bluntly: these people drink. A LOT. While neither of us has anything against a social drink, or three, we do not (I repeat NOT) have a bar set up at the end of our bed. Nor do we consume 6 martinis in one sitting (even when the glasses are admittedly small). When Nick got shot by an intruder, and then announces to Nora "I didn't feel a thing," my beloved shouted at the TV, "That's cuz you're a drunk!" A fact confirmed by Nora's visit to said bedroom bar to get Nick a little something to, well, take the edge off. Chalk it up to post-Prohibition exuberance, or what have you, but it's clearly no coincidence that imdb.com lists one of the plot's keywords as "drunkenness."