Saturday night I had a great bonding time with Krista. We went to see "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." I didn't realize going in that it was based upon an Alan Moore graphic novel. That was a pretty cool discovery. It brought be back to the days that I used to fanatically collect all the DC alternative comics, like Sandman, Shade the Changing Man (my fave), the Doom Patrol, Swamp Thing, Hellblazer. Good good stuff.
After that, I hiked down to Boston to catch up with Michael. Nice evening. Drank lots of Bass Ale and enlightened him on our evenings of decadence while sitting at a small Irish pub located in Roxbury while Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon played in the background. Then picked up some Chinese food and stumbled back to his apartment. I have a dim memory of watching the Simpsons at three in the morning.
At seven, I woke up, knocked on Michael's bedroom door, bid him adieu, and jumped into the RAV to go home. Michael leaves for Scotland on Wednesday. He's also reading Amelia for me. It's good to have a doctor wannabe read over this book. Especially one with a sharp mind like Michael.
Tomorrow night I go out with my Dad and Tommy for our annual pilgrimage to Fenway. By the way, there's an exceedingly smarmy article in this week's New Yorker about the Red Sox. well, what you can you expect from such a biased source? The issue is only redeemed by a fascinating article on Katherine Hepburn. One full page picture of her is fascinating. I only wish I could hang it up as a portrait.
Then, the day after, back to Manhattan for another overnight. No meeting with anyone special this time, however. We're being ferried down from Ri to NYC to meet as a group with the big boss. He wants to do this twice a year. It shall mean an evening of revelry the night before for all us creative types. I can't wait.
Tonight, more mundane tasks: buying groceries.