Travelogue, Part V
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rscThis is it, I promise.
Friday is always the "recovery" day, and none of the four of us would have been caught dead shopping in a mall (or anywhere else) on that day. What we did do was to see an afternoon showing of Master and Commander, which my brother really wanted to see. John and I probably wouldn't have seen it on our own, but we had no objection.
Of course, with my brother in charge, we got to the theater about 15 minutes before showtime (where "showtime" means slightly before the trailers start). This chain theater (Fox?) films ads (for TV shows, mostly, it seemed, although maybe some of them were video games), loud and obnoxious ones, between shows. My sister-in-law was heard to remark that it's not always a good thing to be early.
The movie itself was great fun. I haven't read any of the O'Brian books, but people who have say it captures their spirit pretty well, and it's certainly exciting, and the technical effects are amazing. Especially the sounds. Surround-sound is a must for this film.
After that we had dinner (see yesterday's menu, except for the apple pie) and gradually fell asleep (or not) over books.
Saturday was another Amtrak day. The train (the Acela, this time) was due to leave Philadelphia at 10:38 AM, so of course my brother got us to the station at about 10:15, and of course the train was already posted as 10 minutes late. It was actually more like 15 or 20 by the time it left, but what the hell.
Crew change, of course, in New York, right at lunch time. Anticipating this, I insisted we get lunch at 11:30. I was right again.
We've done this trip a number of times, and it seems that something always happens. In this case, heavy winds the night before had apparently downed some power lines in eastern Connecticut and/or Rhode Island, so there was some work being done on the tracks, which meant that we had to go v e r y s l o w l y through the work area -- which was eventually explained to us when we were most of the way through it. As a result, we were slightly less than an hour late into Boston.
We still managed to have time to get home, buy some emergency food, sort through the mountain of paper mail, and have supper before it was time to head out for the evening's contra dance. I could have used a little time for a nap, but them's the breaks.
It was a wonderful trip. I'm glad to be home.
Friday is always the "recovery" day, and none of the four of us would have been caught dead shopping in a mall (or anywhere else) on that day. What we did do was to see an afternoon showing of Master and Commander, which my brother really wanted to see. John and I probably wouldn't have seen it on our own, but we had no objection.
Of course, with my brother in charge, we got to the theater about 15 minutes before showtime (where "showtime" means slightly before the trailers start). This chain theater (Fox?) films ads (for TV shows, mostly, it seemed, although maybe some of them were video games), loud and obnoxious ones, between shows. My sister-in-law was heard to remark that it's not always a good thing to be early.
The movie itself was great fun. I haven't read any of the O'Brian books, but people who have say it captures their spirit pretty well, and it's certainly exciting, and the technical effects are amazing. Especially the sounds. Surround-sound is a must for this film.
After that we had dinner (see yesterday's menu, except for the apple pie) and gradually fell asleep (or not) over books.
Saturday was another Amtrak day. The train (the Acela, this time) was due to leave Philadelphia at 10:38 AM, so of course my brother got us to the station at about 10:15, and of course the train was already posted as 10 minutes late. It was actually more like 15 or 20 by the time it left, but what the hell.
Crew change, of course, in New York, right at lunch time. Anticipating this, I insisted we get lunch at 11:30. I was right again.
We've done this trip a number of times, and it seems that something always happens. In this case, heavy winds the night before had apparently downed some power lines in eastern Connecticut and/or Rhode Island, so there was some work being done on the tracks, which meant that we had to go v e r y s l o w l y through the work area -- which was eventually explained to us when we were most of the way through it. As a result, we were slightly less than an hour late into Boston.
We still managed to have time to get home, buy some emergency food, sort through the mountain of paper mail, and have supper before it was time to head out for the evening's contra dance. I could have used a little time for a nap, but them's the breaks.
It was a wonderful trip. I'm glad to be home.
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Date: 2003-12-03 12:07 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing.