Goodness: catching a double feature at the drive-in with its vintage refreshment ads and $1 cotton candy.
More goodness: being pleasantly surprised by the quality of Crazy, Stupid, Love. Or was it Ryan Gosling’s abs?
Less goodness: that extraneous comma after “stupid.” That’s just crazy stupid.
Even less goodness: hitting the public restroom after seeing Contagion.
Anticipatory goodness: Dolphin Tale, the adorable new movie based on a true story!
OK, kidding about that one. I feel bad for the dolphin that got roped into that role.
Literary goodness: writers descended on Salem for the literary festival this weekend and tore the place up. What a rowdy bunch.
Actually, they were a sensitive well-behaved flock, passionate about words. Easy to spot, they carried little notebooks and wore berets. They scribbled notes when inspiration struck. They wore black turtlenecks and thought deep thoughts. I went to a panel titled “My Poetry Crush,” and while it was great, I kept waiting for my poetry crush (Billy Collins) to emerge from behind the curtain and declare that crush requited. Caught in traffic, Billy?
More literary goodness: discovering the Improbable Places Poetry Tour that’s based in the Beverly area out of Montserrat College. Poets write on a theme: say, flowers, and the reading takes place in a fitting spot like a flower shop. This month’s theme was ink, so the reading was held in an overflowing tattoo parlor where poets read their work from inside, as if in a fish bowl, while the crowd sat outside looking in, listening. Almost made me want to get a badass tattoo. Like a whisk . . .