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I hung out with Tracy last night, for the first time since May 3, when we got together for my Birth Week and went to Vashon Island.
Initially, it was just dinner and a movie. It was all at either Nordstrom or Pacific Place, which are connected by a skybridge between the third floor of Pafific Place and, I think, the fourth floor at Nordstrom. Just beyond the Nordstrom side of the skybridge is Café Nordstrom, a fast-casual cafe where Tracy and I have now eaten a few times before seeing a movie at Pacific Place. I had ridden my bike home from work, fed Guru, and then walked back downtown to meet her there at 6:15. They have a portobello mushroom ravioli dish that cost me nearly $25 but it's so good I still pay that price. I just don't also buy a drink, which I almost never do at restaurants anyway.
There was a lot of catching up for us to do. Tracy had apparently missed it on socials so she had no idea that Shanti had died on May 19, so I told her
that whole story as best I could remember it. I have to commend Tracy here: she did a very good job of just listening to me tell the story until I was done, without much interjection. She waited until I was through the whole thing before she even hinted at moving to her updates.
And she had pretty big news to share herself: it's not imminent, but sometime after the new year, she plans to move back into the house her dad lives in, in Puyallup where she grew up. Her parents are recently separated, her dad has been living with cancer for some time, and thus there's both the space at low cost for her and she's reasonably concerned about him living by himself in his seventies and with cancer. She drives everywhere anyway, so I can't say I'm exactly bummed by this; we don't hang out as often as we did when she worked at PCC but we still keep in touch, and I don't see this really having any effect on how often we see each other.
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For the roughly half hour between us finishing our dinner and the movie showtime at 7:30, we toured all five of the floors (including the basement level) of Pacific Place, as I discovered as soon as I walked in last night: there's a Pride edition of a
Fleurs de Villes floral gallery in there this year. I have seen Pride galleries done by this same organization now in both Vancouver B.C. and in Sydney, but this was the first time I saw one here in Seattle; previously they were always over the holiday season.
I got a good
35-shot photo album out of it. This now pushes my projected number of Pride-related photo albums for this year to
eleven, by the time we get to Alki Beach Pride in August. The previous record was eight, which I managed both last year and the year before; this will be three more than that, assume I do indeed make it to both Tacoma Pride in July and Alki Beach Pride in August. And I hope I do, I really enjoyed Tacoma Pride in particular last year and this year I will likely bus down there with Laney.
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As for the movie, we saw
The Bikeriders, which Tracy had told me she was interested in and I agreed to see only because I love to watch Austin Butler perform. Once the movie ended, though, we both agreed that it was relatively forgettable in spite of excellent performances. To me that averages out to a solid B.
I got home around 10:00, and barely had the time to edit and upload the photos I didn't even realize I'd be taking last night. There was no time before bed to write
my review, so I did what I rarely do anymore and wrote it at work this morning. Don't tell anyone.
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[posted 12:32 pm]
