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A good portion of the evening last night was taken up by the World Cup match between the U.S. and Belgium, which happened here in Seattle, at Lumen Field—excuse me, "
Seattle Stadium." After hanging out a while in the bedroom while I ate my dinner, after making chai, I came out to hang out in the living room with my laptop while the match played. Shobhit was very invested, and kept commenting on how hot the Belgian players are.
I could hardly care less. The most interesting thing about this was all the local fervor, with the U.S. playing the match and somewhat by chance playing here in Seattle during the last of our six host-city matches. People were all over town in ridiculously patriotic getups, lots of red, white and blue color schemes, American-flag shorts, that kind of stuff. Even during my lunch break yesterday as I walked through the Rainier Square lobby, I saw a couple of guys in similar getups and also wearing springly blue wigs. They looked like the love children of Uncle Sam and Tina Turner.
I did pay enough attention to see that the American players seemed to be shittier people than the Belgian ones. Every time someone was tripped or knocked over or whatever, it was almost always one of the American players doing it. Plus, even I could see that the Belgians were better players. But, now that I have made these observations, I will easily forgot all of these details forever because I don't care about sports.
Shobhit texted me while I was in a meeting this morning:
Argentina Egypt match is so exciting. I replied:
lol I'll take your word for it. I don't have to ask who he's rooting for: he always chooses the country that's better on gay rights and specifically gay marriage. This is how I learned, just now, that not only has same-sex marriage been legal in Argentina since 2010, but they were the second country
in the Americas to do it, after Canada did in 2005. The U.S. didn't do it until 2015, and that was due to a Supreme Court decision that our current Court could easily overturn. Egypt? Forget about it. Muslim countries don't legalize same-sex marriage and most of them criminalize homosexuality outright, including Egypt.
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Anyway, shortly after Belgium handily won that match, Shobhit asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him. I thought, why not? I had nothing else to do.
So, we walked to the north end of Broadway, turned left on Roy and walked down to Melrose, walked the pedestrian path alongside the freeway and then along Melrose back to Pine, walked a block out of our way around Voodoo Doughnut on Pine and then over to Pike, and then back up to the QFC at Broadway & Pike before going the rest of the way home. I
mapped this route and it was about three miles. I had already walked a cumulative three miles walking the 1.4 miles to work and back, so even I clocked in at 16,695 steps (7.7 miles) yesterday. Weirdly, I had more steps on Friday (17,664) but fewer miles (7 miles). How does that work? Maybe the app doesn't count distance if you're just walking around your own home or whatever. It's still cumulative distance, isn't it? Shit, this is going to keep me up at night!
Whatever. It was a lovely walk last night. And even though I had some cookies with my chai (the last of the sugar cookies Alexia brought with her for the double feature on Sunday), I actually weighed in a
less than 170 lbs today—169.4—which I have not managed since June 19. I'd love to keep it going down, but we'll see; it's hard between my inability to very drastically change my eating habits and the fact that I'm older now. Will I ever just accept the state of my body and be done with it? I'm 50 years old, for fuck's sake. Nobody's looking to me to have a concave belly, but I'd still like to fit better into a lot of my clothing. Plus I want to look my best in Amsterdam!
Speaking of which, I found a couple new very cool points of interest, one in The Hague and one in Rotterdam, to add to my travelin checklists. Right now I have 25 listed for Amsterdam; 9 for Rotterdam; 7 for The Hague; even 4 for Utrecht even though I don't know if we'll even go over there; and 10 for Brussels. Two and a half weeks to go! We fly out two weeks from Saturday and I can't wait.
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[posted 12:35pm]
