a brief near miss
Another brief one today. Shobhit had a swing shift last night and I spent the vast majority of the evening at Steamworks, about which you don't need any details. Suffice it to say I had a good time, I got what I needed, I went home and slept like a baby for seven hours.
As of tonight, I hope to make a relatively aggressive return to movie-going, as we are seventeen days into the new year, I have only gone to a movie in theaters four times since January 1, and only two of those yielded new movie reviews because the others were re-watches. Tonight I'll see Just Mercy; tomorrow I'll see Le Misérables; Sunday is the SAG Awards; Monday I'll see Bad Boys for Life. Normally I would space that out more but Shobhit works Monday evening but not Tuesday or Wednesday evenings so I'll try to keep those open.
I just got back from lunch with Karen at the Six-Seven Restaurant at the Edgewater Hotel, which had been rescheduled from last week; we still have another lunch scheduled for Thursday next week. The place was a little busier than usual and so they sat us in the lounge area, which was actually nice because it meant we could be seated right next to the windows, which go almost down to the floor. The Edgewater Hotel is built out atop a pier, so this places us rather close to the water. It felt like we were on a boat.
We split the gyro sandwich, as always. I was kind of surprised they still brought out both halves on separate plates for us, since both the hostess and the waiter were people unfamiliar with us. Maybe the cook now remembers that twice a month a table asks to split the gyro sandwich.
Karen told me about sending a proposal to consult on a new building being constructed by Warner Brothers in Burbank. And I talked to her about the bushfires in Australia, my new obsession with Adelaide, and she gave me advice on things like laundry while traveling for two weeks. She apparently has a box of stuff I might find useful and can borrow if I like.
Something odd happened on the way back. As in, literally in the elevator coming up to work on the fifth floor. The elevator reached the fifth floor, and then the doors just . . . didn't open. I pressed other buttons and the elevator still didn't move. Another minute or two and I was going to be pressing the emergency button. Strangely, the thing that made it correct was someone on another floor calling the elevator. I had pressed 6, but the elevator went up to 7. A young woman came in and I told her: "I was just trying to get onto 5 and the doors wouldn't open, so hopefully you'll be okay." On the way back down, the elevator stopped again at floor 5, and this time the doors opened. I stepped out and the lady said, "Wish me luck!"
I wished her luck, and now I'll be going about the rest of my day.
[posted 1:30]