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I rode my bike home from work yesterday and Shobhit almost tried to get out of his commitment to see the movie with Tracy and me. He was already in his pajama bottoms, and said, "What time is the movie? Did you already buy the ticket?" Yes, I had. Technically I could have gotten a refund but I didn't remind him of that, and it would still have been an inconvenience on multiple levels to get the money back. I mean, it would have been easy, but it would also have been inconvenient. He said he had just taken an hourlong nap and was feeling lazy.
But, since I said I had already bought the ticket, he still got dressed. I made a couple packets of magi for a light dinner for both of us, and we walked downtown together to Pacific Place and met up with Tracy.
We all watched the one movie I had been genuinely excited for this year:
Everything Everywhere All at Once, which both Tracy and I really, really enjoyed. Shobhit never offered any concise overall opinion after the movie ended, but I still would have taken any criticisms with a grain of salt. It was not long before he was laughing at the movie, quite consistently. A lot of it I found genuinely hilarious. It was also wildly imaginative, clever and inventive. Even though the examination of "multiple universes" in movies these days is far from new, this movie had its own take that was far enough removed from all the others to make it a singular experience. I loved it, and gave it an A-minus. So, it may or may not wind up on my top 10 at the end of the year, but if it doesn't, it'll probably only barely get knocked off the list.
I was wonderful, though, finally to see a movie again that was worth the time, the energy, the money, and even the effort to write a review. I was rather glad there was a 6:15 pm showing rather than 7:30 as originally thought to be the only option; the movie is 2 hours and 19 minutes long. It was just after 9:00 once Shobhit and I got home, and as per usual, he wanted to catch the bus rather than walking back.
He had lost his mask somewhere, so he had to grab one from the stack available on the bus. Both Tracy and I wore masks all through the movie in the theater, but Shobhit didn't wear his at all. That arguably nullifies any protection I might have gotten from my own mask, as if he gets infected then I am bound to as well, but I guess my mask still cut down the risk by half, I suppose? I'm guessing he no longer wears a mask at work either so it hardly matters either way, in terms of the risk his behavior poses. I just took a trip to the Midwest two weekends ago during which I very rarely wore a mask myself, after all. But, I am strict about it on buses and planes. We were in neither last night. Still, I'm perfectly willing to go out to dinner these days, even though King County covid rates are steadily increasing again; the last two weeks in a row they are up 41-52% over the previous week. But, since they had previously gotten so very low again, even that much of an increase is not that much, at least not yet; so far, we're not seeing any potential for the skyrocketing spike like we had with Omicron in December and January.
I mean, who knows. As always, all of these things are calculated risks.
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Anyway, we got home and I spent a little over an hour writing the review, not getting to bed until close to 11:00. At least I got the review written last night and didn't have to wait to write it until this morning. Work this morning has been
a little bit of a shit show, and I wasn't able to start a draft for this post before my lunch break.
I'm looking forward to a fun weekend, though. Alexia's available for an at-home watch of a movie tonight while Shobhit is working; we'll be watching
Moonstruck, which, much to my genuine shock, she has never seen. Tomorrow Shobhit and I will go out to a north Seattle deli for brunch, a place I recommended after a broker brought stuff from there for a meeting with Noah and Shelley, and they came out of it sharing with me. A bagel with cream cheese that was wonderfully soft and tasty, and then, more crucially, a doughnut Noah shared with me that was easily one of the best doughnuts I've ever had in my life. I immediately made a note to suggest to Shobhit that we go there after he got back from India, because I'm sure he'll like it.
Sunday we'll do our day drive up through Whidbey Island, hopefully stopping finally to say hi to a
different Shelley (the one who used to work the PSR—"psychosocial rehabilitation"—position with Mom and Bill) at the place she now lives, along the way. Also Fort Ebey State Park, which Claudia had raved about and I still haven't been back to, at least not since 2010 when Shobhit and I did the
scenic drive of Whidbey Island that Dad had drawn out as a Christmas gift in 2009.
I told Laurie, the POS person at the Columbia City store, about this drive, and I guess she and her husband have a house they've recently bought. She invited me to text her if we think we can drop by for a quick visit. We'll see; I don't know if we'll have time to visit both her
and Shelley, but I suppose you never know.
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[posted 12:35 pm]
