Adam and Tiffy

We went out today with Liz and Sophy to a new (to us) joint called Hank’s. Supposedly, it’s a hangout of Andrew Wyeth‘s, but I didn’t see him. Okay, I admit it. I didn’t look for him. I was too distracted by the ladies walking around in wimples who were shilling for the local historical society. Anyway, the restaurant was good. I grossed everyone out and ordered something with creamed chipped beef on it. After that, my day was complete.

And yet it continued. We went to see The Hours. We were late, which is unusual for us, but we made it in. It was quite a good film, although Soph and I were of the opinion that it might turn out to be too cathartic, and by cathartic I mean depressing. Okay, we all know that Virginia Woolf dies. But Nicole Kidman was amazingly good at the role, and I was sorry to see her take that final walk … swim … walk … whatever. Tiffy really loved this book, and still loves it, although she said the screen version didn’t quite measure up. I think the performances were all uniformly good, though.