Arlington Movie Cache
Jill and I always go out on Friday. It's a tradition with her, kept from college, that Friday evening is not the time to do any work, including cooking at home, but a time to see a movie, a play, or just get out. Trouble tonight was that none of the movies at the local cinemas excited us. Possession (based on one of my all-time favorite books) was getting panned by our usual trusted review sources, NPR and the Washington Post, and The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys had already disappeared from the Bethesda Row art house (will have to catch that one as a rental, I guess). And we really wanted to do some more caching, after having whetted our appetite for this new sport last Sunday. What better cache to go find than the Arlington Movie Cache.
We came home and changed into more comfortable clothes and grabbed our geocaching equipment: "Mary Jane" or "MJ" (Jill's name for the Garmin eTrex Vista), "Palmman" (okay, I just made that up, as I've never called the Handspring Visor anything other than just "the palm" before, but it needs a name if it's going to be MJ's companion), a selection of goodies to drop into whatever caches we found. Things we forgot to take this time that we plan to add to the geocaching equipment bag: disposable camera (annoying, because I've still got pictures left on the spy camera that Keith gave me for my birthday), flashlight, bug repellent.
Took the Chain Bridge over to Arlington then Military Road, watching MJ point us toward the cache. Ended up parking next to a school where a father was pitching ball after ball to his son, the aluminum bat ringing with every hit (I was going to throw a couple of balls in from the outfield, but Jill stopped me). The woods behind the school were crisscrossed with paths and finding the rough cache location took no time, and Jill once again spotted the tupperware container first. I told her that next time I get to hold MJ and see if that was the difference.
The cache itself held more than movies, and unfortunately none of the movies were anything that we had an interest in seeing (The Joy Luck Club, which Jill had already seen, Doctor Who: The Five Doctors which we both think we had seen, something with Jada Pinkett in it, others I can't remember). We ended up snagging a piano CD (Jill likes solo piano stuff, like George Winston). The VHS we brought to leave behind was episode 7 of the 1960s spy (?) show The Prisoner, with Patrick McGoohan.
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