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Last night I met up with Laney at Pacific Place to see the movie
Civil War. I think we both agreed that, while it was pretty gripping from beginning to end, we really wanted it to be better than it was. It really lacked clarity in its ideas.
I usually take the bus home from movies with Laney, but I rode my bike yesterday. The movie showtime was at 5:15, and I got there on my bike at about 4:45; I told Laney that was when I would get there so we met on the basement level, where she was going to get a coffee—from a cookie stand that, when she got there, had a sign saying they were out until 5:30.
I actually did something new with my bike this time, and found bike racks Pacific Place has down inside the parking garage beneath the building. In the past I have always locked my bike on a bike rack on the sidewalk on Pine Street outside the front enterance. It almost certainly still would have been fine, but with the kind of dubious state Downtown Seattle is in right now, it occurred to me for the first time to see if there was a safer, more secluded spot for me to lock up my bike. I actually googled it first, right before leaving work, and found a page saying there was indeed bicycle parking in the Pacific Place parking garage.
I rode into the entrance where cars go in, and it took me a bit to figure out where the hell to go. I spied bicycles on an upper level, next to a railing overlooking a ramp down to the level below it. I still don't know (yet) where I should have gone to get straight there from the entrance, but I eventually figured it out. There were three fairly long lines of bike racks, and a surprisingly large number of bikes there. Someone had even left a backpack on the floor there, which was odd. In any case, this is where I'm always going to take my bike from now on. I just felt better with it there.
This was on the "blue" level, P1, which is the highest parking level and just one below the basement floor of Pacific Place—where, once upon a time, you could walk into the lower floor of Barnes & Noble, back when that was still open. When I met up with Laney and she found the coffee unavailable, we just went up to street level and to the Starbucks halfway down the block on 6th Avenue. I didn't want to take any more out of my budget, but I had six $1 bills in my wallet that had been there for ages, so I used those to buy myself a hot chocolate. It came to $5.24 but I tossed the change into the tip jar because otherwise I'd be having change hanging around in my pocket for months.
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When the movie ended, Laney and I went up to the Concourse (street) level and chatted about the movie for a few minutes. We said our goodbyes—we see our next movie on Saturday actually—and then I made my way back down to the bike racks, fetched my bike, and rode home.
I rarely used to ride up Pike Street back up the hill, because I already live on Pine and I'd prefer to go straight up the street I actually live on. But, now that Pine is one-way westbound west of Melrose, I kind of have to go a block out of my way and over to Pike, as that one is one-way eastbound until Melrose. Then I can turn back over to Pine again. I'm annoyed that this adds time to my ride but whatever.
I spent about an hour, as usual, writing up my movie review, after eating some more leftover ravioli from last Friday's dinner. (I still have about one serving left of it, and yet I have to make even more pasta tonight for Action Movie Night.) And under normal circumstances I might have waited on this, but after having to wait several days to watch last week's episode of
Shogun, this week I watched it on the day it dropped, keeping me up until close to 10:30 before I could even start getting ready for bed. Totally worth it! What happened at the very end of this week's episode (episode 9)—my jaw dropped.
And then I went to brush my teeth before bed.
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[posted 12:40 pm]
