Then Saturday evening I took the LIRR out to Northport, the town where I grew up to visit my parents. I am cursed--whenever I was to take a nap on the train--we got a very early start for Fangoria's Weekend of Horrors--7:00 AM--I get stuck near people talking very loudly...These two old ladies were talking to a woman a few seats down, one of them said, "My son Michael sleeps on the train when he commutes to work." I wanted to say, "Oh, kind of like what I'm trying to do." but that would've meant opening my eyes, which wasn't something I wanted to do, so I didn't say anything. My Dad and I watched Pan's Labyrinth. Wow, what a magical movie with some awesome special effects and a powerful story!
Sunday afternoon I sat outside on the patio to enjoy the great weather and read Stephen King's Novella, in Esquire, The Gingerbread Girl. I thought it was awful, I had to struggle to finish it. Sunday night my parents, brother, sister-and-law and I went out to dinner at Legal Seafoods and enjoyed good food and great company!