Blessed by glorious weather, Sarah and I went to the gym and then the outdoor farmer's market Saturday morning. We love the market, even if we don't really ever buy anything. I did have a fresh homeade doughnut, which was so good it immeidately provoked the Homer response: MMMM. . . doughnut . . .*drool*

We then went home and packed some boxes. Sarah wanted to do something outside, so she washed the cars. I joked it was my own private Bikini Car Wash. I'm indeed a lucky man.

I had also promised Sarah I would take her to a movie of her choice, since she gladly went with me to see Episode III. She wanted to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Here in the Ville, it was only playing at the Carmike, which is the Worst.Movie Theatre.Ever. [Rant] Seriously. The individal theatres are small, with broken seats, sticky floor, and often mysterious stains on the screen. The sound is horrible. The popcorn and drinks are sub-par; the "small" at the Regal in town is the size of the "medium" at the crappy Carmike. The employees are the epitome of the "sullen teenager" stereotype. I tried to avoid the theatre at all costs. The last time I went, the ticket vendor had to stop smoking his cigarette out front to sell me the ticket. The only drink they had was Sprite. Thus, my vow to never return.[/Rant]

Given my feelings about the Carmike, I told Sarah we'd go to Short Pump. If we were driving 45 minutes, we might as well make an evening out of it, I thought. So we invited our friends Rich and Laura along and decided we'd eat at the Cheesecake Factory after the movie. A good time was had.

Sunday was more packing. We had dinner with some other friends, Rob and Laura, at Sticks. Sticks is a local kabob place with really good hummus. We sat with Rob and Laura, eating and talking, until we closed the place down. Much fun with good food and good friends.