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the sense of a couple meals
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08222016-07


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I went to an advanced screening of The Sense of an Ending, which was good but not great, with Shobhit at the Uptown Theatre on Lower Queen Anne last night. Since it was an advanced screening, I wanted to be in line by 6:00, which pretty much precluded walking home from work first.

Shobhit suggested I get a veggie burrito from Chipotle for us to share while we were in line. He was assuming there was a Chipotle on Lower Queen Anne, and there is not, but there is one in South Lake Union that is about a half-hour walk from work. This was the perfect way to kill the time I had that was too limited to walk home but too excessive to just hang out at work until going to the movie.

Shobhit sure has a knack for complaining about everything I do, no matter how thoughtful I think I'm being. It's starting to drive me nuts. I got extra forks and extra napkins as he requested, and even got the burrito cut and wrapped into two separate halves so we wouldn't have to cut it in half while standing in line. I also got sour cream and guacamole sides for Shobhit. I wound up getting back to the Uptown about 15 minutes earlier than expected, so I decided to stop and eat my half of the burrito at one of the tables in the Armory food court at Seattle Center on my way.

I was in line, maybe 10th or so, by about 5:45, and Shobhit arrived shortly after 6:00. I gave him his half of the burrito, which he complained about my not asking to fill thicker with filling (which he never requested), and also that I did not get a side of hot sauce for him (which he also never requested). I actually asked for medium instead of mild salsa for the burrito filling, but admittedly they used so little of it you couldn't really even taste it. But that wasn't my fault.

But, whatever. My phone's battery was super low by then and Shobhit's was at 95%, so I downloaded the New York Times crossword app on his phone and after he was done with his burrito, we worked together on one of the archived crosswords we haven't done. It was something to do; I don't have a library book right now and thus had nothing to read, although I did read a little of the Time Magazine he brought with him -- the one with the truly awful cover photo of the Snapchat CEO under that app's god-awful "dog filter." But, some of the stuff inside was interesting to read.

Shobhit also went across the street to Dick's to get some French fries and tartar sauce, the former of which was actually soggy and the latter of which had an unnatural color. I pray I never consume anything from that establishment ever again. Also, this was interesting: "Did you ask what they fried them in?" I asked. He replied, "No, because I was afraid I wouldn't like the answer." Ah! The same approach I often use when ordering pad thai at Thai restaurants.

Soon enough they let us in, and we saw the movie. When we were waiting for the #8 bus afterward, I asked Shobhit what grade he thought I would give it: "B." Right on the money, as usual. He was very wrong about my response to The Boss Baby (which he enjoyed and I hated), but that's the exception, not the rule. I'd say he has about a 90% accuracy rating when it comes to predicting the exact grade I'll give a movie we see together.

So we bussed home, and we worked on the Thursday crossword puzzle on the way, working on it a little more before I went to bed relatively early later.

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08282016-08


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I just had lunch with Karen at the Six-Seven restaurant at the Edgewater Hotel -- which, by the way, always confuses me on my American Express statement, because there it's listed as "ERNIE'S AT THE EDGEWASEATTLE." Ernie's? Who the fuck is Ernie? Because the Edgewater Hotel's own website refers to it as Six Seven, as does the literal sign in the lobby just outside the entrance to the restaurant.

But anyway, whatever. Karen texted me when she was leaving her office, saying her ETA was 15 minutes, and I waited five minutes to start my walk down there. This worked beautifully, and I walked into the hotel lobby right past her van, being driven away by the valet.

We proceeded to share the truffle macaroni and cheese, which probably means my weight will be up tomorrow morning but it'll be totally worth it.

We talked about plenty, nothing worth writing about her per se, except to say that it was engaging and lively conversation as usual. But it also took me until well after 1:00 to get back to the office so I suppose I should really get back to work now.

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08232016-02

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