Ah, mid-May. The perfect time of year: when work things have [almost] wrapped up, and summer things haven't yet started, and the days are bright and perpetually mid-60s-low-70s. (But the night is dark and full of terrors.) Friday night, five of us piled into Pat's Mom-mobile and drove to Arundel Mills, filling up on margaritas and guac before seeing the new Godzilla flick: a little meandering and slow at times but overall a perfectly serviceable contribution to Hollywood's fe