Hey, it was a weekend.

Friday we went back to the Cabot for The Queen, the story of how the British royal family couldn't get out of their own way in the wake of Princess Di's death until Tony Blair saved them. Seriously, Tony Blair comes out out this thing smelling like a rose.

Pretty clear to see why Helen Mirren is getting accolades from one and all, though. Very nicely nuanced performance when she could have easily taken Her Nibs into one-note territory.

Only two previews, for Stranger Than Fiction and For Your Consideration. We'll probably see them both.

Saturday we had folks come to plaster the living room, though we spent most of the day doing walking-distance errands and just farting around. We did go to see the Icedogs skate to their 0-0 tie with Northeastern, which was pretty frustrating given how they'd taken it to PC the night before.

The hockey meant not watching much of either playoff game. I did watch a decent amount of the first ever International Bowl, which had all the excitement you'd expect from a Western Michigan-Cincinnati tilt (though there was apparently some exciting trickery from WMU, which I think I slept through).

Sunday was pretty lazy indeed, as after church I pretty much spent the next six hours sitting on the couch watching football. Going back to the church part for a moment, it was the last service for both the main part of the church and the pipe organ for some time (renovations to both), and as a send off the choir closed things with the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah, and did a very nice job for a bunch of volunteers and an organ that needs six months of work. Though it will make the next few months, when we're in the lower church with an electric organ, seem a little drab.