I spent the whole afternoon looking at houses with a friend. She’s finally ready to take the plunge into home ownership, but isn’t really sure what she wants yet, so she brought me along for my opinion. Her real estate broker lined up five showings for us in five different towns, which meant we had to spend a lot of time on the road driving from one place to another. My friend was very interested in two of the five houses, and might even make an offer on one by the end of the week.
As for me, I’m dead tired right now. I just want to curl up on the couch, watch the Sopranos series finale, and call it a night!

We all have those movies that, like songs, remind us of a certain time, place, and/or person. Mystic Pizza is one of those films for me. It always makes me think of my freshman year in college, when my roommate and I were stuck in a dorm with horrible TV reception and no cable. We therefore ended up watching the handful of movies in our collection over and over (and over) again. Mystic Pizza was one of them, and though I knew the story by heart back in 1993, I’d forgotten most of the details by the time I watched it again last week. So it was nice to see the movie again from a whole new perspective.