Meg surprised me last night by taking me to an honest-to-goodness drive-in movie theater out in the boonies of New York State, around Middletown and Fair Oaks. I was thrilled! I mean, I’ve always said that if there were a decade in which I’d be the most content, it would be the fifties, and what exemplifies the fifties more than a drive-in movie?

It was a beautiful night for it, too; warm, but not too warm, not too many bugs, and lots of stars. We saw The Omen, which I found to be pretty good and quite riveting - and yes, I did jump once. Of course, I’ve never seen the original film, so I can’t compare the two, but for a remake, this one seemed pretty decent. A few random thoughts: I love Liev Schreiber. That was one freaky-ass nanny. And how cute was Damien when he was trying to look evil? Aw.