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04262015-11


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I crack myself up. I had that done hours before meeting Ev at Cinerama to see the 40th anniversary screening of Jaws -- my eighth-favorite movie of all time (actually seventh; I need to revise that list; I'd remove American Beauty and add Alien) -- last night. I checked in all over social media with it: Facebook, Swarm, Google+, Instagram, and of course Twitter, which was the only place I had to edit down the caption, making it impossible to make that a shipped checkin from Swarm as preferred, if I wanted all the text in the tweet. It got favorited five times on Instagram, where it got the most immediate traction, but seven likes on Facebook by this morning, and ignored everywhere else. Whatever, I think it's great! (Bizarrely, Gabriel commented "This is gross" on Facebook -- after liking the photo.)

Anyway! I've actually seen Jaws, a movie I always loved, countless times, more than some of the ones I rank higher on my list of favorites. I've probably only seen Batman Returns, Jurassic Park, Gremlins and Airplane! more times. I've never counted with this movie, which I was obsessed with as early as the late eighties when I first saw it, but I would estimate I've seen it a minimum of 15 times.

And you know what? Seeing it at Cinerama was awesome, a whole different and truly immersive experience. It also made it easier to see when the shark was fake, but the movie is so great I could still ignore that. Plenty of parts of that movie are just as harrowing and/or thrilling to watch as ever. The scene where the head shows up in the hull of the boat used to scare me every time and doesn't anymore; this time, when the shark first pops up out of the water while Chief Brody is throwing out the chum -- that scared the shit out of me and I jumped about a foot out of my seat. This is strange considering how many times I ran lines in my head right before characters said them. You'd think I'd remember that part.

I rode a Pronto Cycle Share bike down there, knowing I wouldn't want to ride back, so I parked it at the bike station on 6th and Blanchard. I picked up my previously purchased ticket and got myself some popcorn, and Ev had just purchased her own and flagged me down, so we went to our seats together.

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04282015-35


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When the movie was over, I lost her, and freaked out a little. It was kind of annoying. I saw her walk into the ladies' room, so I went to the men's room. When I got out and waited for her, she never showed up. Was the women's restroom just much more crowded? It often is. But I waited and waited, and texted her, and even messaged her on Facebook Messenger -- which gave the little checkmarks I always thought meant the messages were seen, but must only mean they've been delivered, because it was at least another hour before I got a response. I must have waited fifteen minutes. So I sent her a message saying I was off to my bus stop and to get back to me when she sees my messages to let me know she's alive. She finally did, later, after I got home, and was just like, "Lost you in the crowd." Uh, okay. And then we talked planning for Saturday night, when we're having dinner and then watching a Christopher Lee double feature in the Braeburn Condos theatre. She also wants me to make these cocktails (for which I will use extra gin instead of cranberry juice, gross), so I guess I need to get watermelon and St. Germain when I go grocery shopping earlier that day.

It was after 10:00 by the time I got home so it was not long before I was in bed.

Oh! But before I left for the movie, I did go pick up my bike at 20/20 Cycle. I had ridden a Pronto bike from work to the station on 16th and Pine, and then I walked straight to the bike shop. The damage: $175. Between that and all the Prime Day sale items Shobhit had me buy for him, I spent an extra $300 yesterday, which I covered by transferring from my savings account.

It sure was nice to have my bike back, though. It felt a little different, like maybe the back wheel was slightly shorter than the old one or something. Or maybe it had to do with the new gear magazine. Or both. In any case, it felt different. But I rode Henry the Giant to work this morning and I'm getting used to it again.

I did lock it up with the chain threaded through the back wheel in my parking garage last night. That'll be a permanent change. And something I should have been doing from the beginning, obviously.

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