Last time I traveled abroad: To the big Tolkien exhibit at the Bodleian in Oxford, June 2018.
Last time I slept in a hotel: In Seattle, this January.
Last time I flew in a plane: Coming home from Seattle.
Last time I took a train: Probably last year, going to SF on CalTrain, the only train I ride more than utterly rarely.
Last time I took public transit: BART to SF for a concert, late February.
Last time I had a houseguest: At least 20 years ago, because that was when we got rid of our ratty sofabed.
Last time I got my hair cut: Oh, a while ago.
Last time I went to the movies: The two Oscar-nominated movies I wanted to see, Little Women and Jojo Rabbit, in quick succession in, I think, the first week in February.
Last time I went to the theatre: Princess Ida by G&S, late February.
Last time I went to a concert: As the only invited guest, aside from the people involved in putting it on (I was reviewing it), on March 7, already into the shutdown period. They webcast it.
Last time I went to an art museum: Last June, the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts. Big Renoir exhibit.
Last time I sat down in a restaurant: Probably about March 13. I'd been making a point over the previous couple of weeks to eat lunch in as many of my favorite local Americanized Chinese restaurants as possible.
Last time I went to a party: Our book discussion group met on March 8, the last possible weekend that would have been feasible. Party-party, New Year's.
Last time I played a board game: Sometime around 30 years ago, B. and I played a game of chess.