I did one of my favorite things tonight.  I went to the movies alone.  I realize that some people find this tendency strange, but it’s not like you talk during movies, so having someone there with you often seems sort of pointless.

I saw a Philly Film Society free screening  of Feast of Love which is based on the Charles Baxter novel of the same name (I’ve always meant to read it, but I have yet to get around to it).  It was a generally terrific movie, but the thing I liked best about it was that it was set in Portland, OR.  I recognized where they were in just about every scene.  Of course, they did that thing where the splice together different areas of the city, making them look contiguous when really they are miles apart, but even still, it was nice to see the city of my formative years looking so good and photogenic.