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dinner, movie, contentedness - The Literary Exhibitionist
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12112016-03


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Ev and I went to a movie last night, but beforehand we met at Lost Lake Café on Capitol Hill for Happy Hour, which I figured I would also combine with dinner, and Shobhit met up with us only for that, just so he could get a Social Review point. (He's fixated on Laney getting more social points than him for both the fall and the summer 2016 Social Reviews, and is determined to be on top of the list for the next one. He's well on his way so far, and actually would be anyway naturally without the extra effort, just by way of the fact that he's living in Seattle again.)

I'd say I ate too much: my weight was up very slightly this morning, although at least I'm still under 146 lbs (barely, at 145.9). Shobhit and I shared both a veggie burger and a plate of nachos, which were okay for the Happy Hour prices. I did like the mix of condiments on the veggie burger, although the patty appeared to be a Gardenburger, my least favorite veggie patty. I ordered two Happy Hour well drinks -- Screw Drivers -- for $350 each. They did nothing for me and thus actually would qualify as a waste of $7.00, now that I think about it. Shobhit ordered a gin and tonic -- that was definitely stronger than my drinks -- and two of the $1 Happy Hour cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. He said they were gross but he got them because they were only a dollar. Nice logic, there. Should I start consuming disgusting stuff as long as it's free?

Shobhit was there first, and we wound up sitting in the Lost Lake Lounge because he had zeroed in on a low-to-the-floor round table near a gas fireplace, surrounded on two sides by padded benches. They said we could order from there, and since we were in the lounge area we got the bartender -- who was relatively inattentive, but we could all see it was not his fault: he functioned as bartender, waiter and busser all at once. He said Happy Hour is always like that. So I still gave him slightly more than my standard 20% tip in the end.

Ev arrived soon after I did; she did not bring Elden because he was working late. She did show me pictures she took of High Tea at the Queen Mary, which Elden had taken her to and which I didn't even know Seattle had. I might be interested in doing it sometime but I suspect Shobhit won't. Although sometimes you just never know with him.

So then Shobhit took my bag home with him so I didn’t have to carry it with me unnecessarily to the theatre, and Ev and I went over to the Egyptian to see Jackie, which you may recall I had already seen (second-best movie of the year!). Ev had not seen it and asked if I wanted to go with her; I had said right after seeing it with Laney three weeks ago that I loved it so much I would see it again. I'm kind of getting later into the year than usual before seeing a movie again for the first time, but the 4th isn't too far in for my first theatre-viewing of one, I suppose. I'm still not sure if I'll get to another movie this weekend at all; I'd like to go to one with Ivan but have other stuff planned. Hidden Figures opens this weekend but I'm seeing that with Laney and she's not available until Friday next week.

Anyway. I don't think Ev was as in love with Jackie as I was, but I do think she liked it more than Laney, who confessed to having some kind of issue with Natalie Portman and therefore didn't think she embodied Jacqueline Kennedy very well. Ev, on the other hand, left the theatre talking about how good her portrayal was. The one point in Laney's favor is that she can actually remember when Jackie Kennedy was alive, and all Ev and I have to go on are recordings. But based on that, Ev and I both agree Natalie Portman did an excellent job. I even think she deserves the Oscar, although I'm pretty convinced Emma Stone will wind up winning for La La Land.

We had to part ways pretty quickly once we left the theatre, since she was catching the bus and the bus stop was right there. So I walked the rest of the way home and pretty much spent the next hour before bed tinkering with playlists in iTunes.

Speaking of that bus stop, though, I finally thought to bring up to Laney when we went to see Jackie then that I wondered what the hell happened to the Egyptian Theatre marquee that used to hang over the sidewalk at the front doors. Turns out a commercial truck crashed into it in October and it had to be removed. How did I not know about this major incident in my own neighborhood for two months? Shows how well I pay attention, I guess. In related news, if we ever get nuked, I hope I don't know it's coming and I just get blindsided.

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12112016-05


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I keep thinking about what I tweeted early this morning, in which I wrote, in part, "I love being alive and content." Is that how I present to everyone I know, I wonder? I actually think I do to people at work, and most other people too. But just as an example, there was how much Shobhit annoyed me over New Year's weekend while Dad and Sherri were around, perhaps giving them the impression that his return was making me unhappy. And there's a difference between acknowledging the amount of frustration in the very real adjustment we're going through, and being unhappy. Which I am not.

I think it could possibly be said that Shobhit and I do not collectively deal with higher-stress situations as we probably could. Not to say that Dad and Sherri visiting was itself stressful -- it was definitively not, and I do hope they come to stay in the Braeburn guest room again -- but logistics alone created a lot more for us to deal with than usual. Shobhit has an incessant need to take control, however much it comes from a genuine desire just to be helpful, and I have an incessant need, apparently, to be irritated by it.

But when it comes to just regular, everyday living? Honestly, Shobhit and I do not spend every day bickering. We occasionally piss each other off for whatever reason, like probably any couple does, but most days are great at best and fine at worst.

As it happens, yesterday was the day Shobhit's booked flight back to L.A. was scheduled. That makes today a kind of more official point of his being home for good, because even if he were still living in L.A., he'd have been here from December 21 clear through yesterday. Or maybe yesterday is the more official point of his permanence, since he wouldn't even have been able to go out with us last night otherwise. His flight left -- without him -- at 12:30 in the afternoon. Presumably on time, since I didn't get any notifications. I got something like five notifications of delays to the flight on the 21st.

I did call Delta to see if there was any chance I could get back the miles used to book that flight. Nope: apparently the way it was done was the miles were converted to dollars first (convenient for them, I guess), and any change to the flight came with a $190 fee. The round trip cost was all of $7 more than that! So making any change would have been moronic and I just got off the phone. So someone who was on standby likely got their wish yesterday at the airport. I hope it made their day better.

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