Friday night, as folks who read my last entry know, we went down to Boston and ate at a place called Vinnie Testa's -- a "family style" (which is to say mammoth portioned) Italian Restaurant. We (being Mason, Van and I) met two of Andrea's friends. We ate, we chatted, and we were bloody well charming, dahlink.

We did not, however, see The World is Not Enough. The Cheri was sold out, every show. So we went up the Pru, we walked Boylston for a while, and we stopped at Pizzaria Uno's for dessert. Our waitress was terrible, but the food was good.

We got home maybe at two a.m.

The next day, I had a technical phone call at nine in the morning, and a friendly phone call around noon. Following that, around threeish, Mason, Van and I made plans to fill the theatrical gaps, and headed out for Portsmouth, where we saw a ginchy double feature of Sleepy Hollow and The World is not Enough.

Sleepy Hollow was a fun movie. Christina Ricci was good (and wears a bodice well). Johnny Depp didn't suck. Casper Van Dien played an excellent Bonn. And despite the change of Ichabod Crane's profession from schoolteacher to constable (sort of an immediately pre-19th Century X-Files), his character was nicely frightened of his own shadow, spiders (quite rationally) and horrific demon horsemen from Hell come to cut his head off.

The last seems prudent to me.

The World is not Enough (the real-life motto of the Dorsett Bonds, of which James "Scotland" Bond isn't one but heck) is a rip-roaring good time, absolutely in the Bond Formula. M as Judi Densch put out her usual remarkable performance and got more fodder than usual. And... well, see the Q scene. It's significant for a few reasons.

Plus, it had a good boat chase, and Denise "Doctor Christmas Jones" Richards played Lara Croft as near as we could tell (and was anatomically correct for the part).

So, I thumb up for both the pictures, though I liked The World is not Enough more. In this, I split with Mason, who has the opposite opinions. So, take them for what they're worth.

We got home late again, but no one called me the next day. Which is good because it was a very late night, and a very late day, which may be why at 6:28 in the morning I'm typing this instead of being asleep. And, as I've made tea, I expect to be awake for the rest of the day.

So. I'm going to send this off, I think, and doze for twenty minutes, and then shower. We're on break, so if I choose to take off midday and snooze, I will. Heck, half the school will. And no ties. Now that's a vacation.