Dinner with a friend, Freedom Trail, and two movies – oh my!

Friday night, Brid and I had dinner at the Border. It was sad not to do the regular dinner with the family, but nice to have dinner with a friend. Adult conversation — not a bad thing.

Saturday, we all took a trip to the North End with Conal. He’s been wanting to show Lucy and Will some of the Freedom Trail things now that they’re big enough to appreciate it a bit more. With the exception of not preparing well and putting Will in boots, it was an excellent day. Actually, it was excellent anyway, but it would have been nice not to be worried so much about him jumping in the puddles. I believe in jumping in puddles (when the stomping doesn’t throw muddy water in other peoples’ directions, of course), but with Will’s cough being back, every puddle seemed like a step closer to another hospital trip. When, ten minutes after getting out of the car Will said that his socks were wet thanks to a particularly deep puddle, well, all I could think was: pneumonia, here we come. (Happily, it’s Sunday night now, and he doesn’t seem any worse for the wear, so we’ll knock on wood that everything’s fine.)

We got some pizza – yummy, Brooklyn-ish pizza! – before heading over to the Paul Revere house. It wasn’t quite as substantial as I had expected, but it was definitely interesting. We saw a silversmithing demonstration (“Can we leave now, Mommy?” Will kept saying), and I liked seeing the kitchen gardens. It would have been nice to have a better understanding of the context of the site — if it was really that big, how the houses related to each other — although, to be honest, it could have been there and I just missed it. Lucy and Will are bigger; doesn’t mean that they can sustain their interest for much longer than 15 or 20 minutes, though.

From the Paul Revere house, we walked over to North Church. More puddles, a little bit of complaining, a lot of pestering about hitting every gift shop along the way. We managed to avoid too many complications, though, and got to the church. I didn’t realize it would be such a nice walk — there’s a fairly big plaza that I hadn’t expected. If it had been a nicer day, it would have been a nice place to hang out for longer. As it was, it was good to be able to let Lucy and Will run a bit and, yes, splash. We threw some pennies into the fountain, then got to the church.

It was packed! I was surprised at how much so. It also felt wrong to have a church be so, well, noisy. People just walking up and down the aisle willy-nilly. It reminded me of the Sistine Chapel — something that should have been quiet and peaceful, and yet would put a bustling, busy market to shame. I took Will out while Kelley, Lucy, and Conal stayed to look a little more. Will and I found this tucked away garden (St. Francis of Assisi, I think), which I could have stayed in for days. I don’t have my pictures downloaded yet, but when I do, I’ll post them. It’s probably not a secret place or anything, but it felt like we’d stumbled across a hidden gem.

From the church, we went back to the car via Mike’s Pastries. To be honest, I’m not sure why I’m willing to put up with the crowds and the rude counter people. It’s not like it’s the best bakery I’ve ever been to. There’s something awesome about the endless display of cookies, though. It was a nice end to that portion of the day.

On our way home, Jean called and — thank you, Jean! — she was able to babysit so Kelley and I headed out to the movies. We saw “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” which was pretty awesome. Exactly the right movie for my mood. The perfect amount of light and not. That one’s a keeper. It was actually our first movie of the weekend. Kelley had tickets for this afternoon’s game. We’re getting old, though, and neither one of us was really interested in sitting out in the cold and rain. Our neighbors were happy to take the tickets, and we were happy to take advantage of the fact that we had a babysitter lined up and went to a matinee. This one was “Iron Man” and it was another good choice. Of the two, I liked Sarah Marshall better, but Iron Man wasn’t bad at all. It was a little more violent than I like (although not nearly as violent as most things out there); seeing as it was a about a weapons dealer, though, it could have been much worse. Robert Downey, Jr. was the perfect choice for the lead, and it was nice to see Clark Gregg (I think that’s his name) show up as well.

There are actually a bunch of movies that are coming out that I’d like to see. One coming out every weekend for the next month, it seems. Next up, (hopefully) is Baby Mama. If Camilla wants to see it, then I’m golden. Oh, wait, but I’m counting on her for Made of Honor. Hmmm. We’ll have to see.