Friday, Little Matty and I went to see Walk the Line.  When I got to the theater, I had a message from another friend of mine, "Hey, I thought we could do the single girl thing and go see a movie."  I called her back and had her meet us at the theater.  (She asked, "Wait.  Am I interrupting a date?"  Um, no.  Because I wouldn't have invited you if it were a date.)  The movie?  Excellent.  You should go see it.  Afterwards we went out to dinner, where I had a very large beer. 

Saturday I rode in the morning.  I rode Buster, a new arrival at the farm.  He is wonderful and I really liked him, even though he ran me into the barbed wire fence and ripped my breeches.  They were kind of ripped up anyway.   Later that day, I went shoe shopping and bought nothing.  No shoes.  Well, I did buy too many books at Barnes and Noble.  Including Bridget Jones's Diary, as recommended by Jenna.  Whose advice is usually sound.  I came home, watched The Godfather (I had borrowed it from Little Matty.)  I'd not seen it before.  Good movie, although I had trouble keeping track of who had been killed.

Sunday I read the paper, cleaned house, e-mailed, and read.  It was a good ending to an excellent weekend.