Monday Night Dinner

Dinner table discussions at MND run a gamut of topics. Sometimes we discuss why the local theater company’s production of “The Lady’s Not for Burning” is a travesty that completely misses the point of the play. Sometimes we fulminate helplessly at the latest shenanigans from the political establishment. Sometimes we explain why we (I) have a crush on Henry II, and expound on why the next historical series Showtime or HBO makes should be The Plantagenets!* Sometimes we data mine our collective reading experience to help one of the (many) librarians around the table create a recommended reading list. Sometimes we negotiate the delicate task of coordinating eight schedules to find a time for everyone to go see the latest movie based on a YA novel (in this case “The Hunger Games” and it was actually creepily easy). And sometimes, sometimes we just get silly. Read the rest of this entry ?

Massachusetts isn’t just flirting coyly over the top of its fan with Spring this year. This year Massachusetts is conducting an indiscreet rambunctious affair with Spring the likes of which haven’t been seen since Charles II took up with Nell Gwyn. I didn’t know this was going to be true when I picked March 23rd for a day at the spa with my roommate, followed by treating ourselves to dinner at 80 Thoreau, but it worked out very nicely as I moseyed down Newbury Street on Friday afternoon in a sundress (and daringly, no stockings!). Read the rest of this entry ?