The plan was deviously simple: just go home, unwind a bit, then head out to see “Vantage Point.” Or “Michael Clayton.” Both, I think, would have been good choices. What really happened? I got home, unwound, got entangled in a conversation with T. , then the phone rang. While talking to Birgit, I happened to take a closer look at the time on the MacBook. “How can it be seven o’clock already? I’m supposed to be at the movies!!!”
So, I never made it. Instead, I finished my conversations, poured myself a glass of wine and finally watched “Little Miss Sunshine,” a Christmas present from my sister. That was a well-rounded evening.