slow day


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Two hours after work yesterday sucked up by traffic and shopping: I walked from work to Westlake Station; hopped on a #41 bus to Northgate; met Shobhit at work when he got off at 5:30 and then we stopped at LensCrafters for him to pick up his contact lenses. I snagged three bite sized peanut butter cups from the little jar at their front desk.

It was a pretty quick drive from there to the Greenlake Village PCC. We waited to go shopping until last night so we could use a coupon we got in the mail, its effective date starting 12/6: a free half gallon of PCC-branded milk. We didn't have that much to get, but I still figured there was a fair chance we'd exceed the $100 value on the PCC gift card we all received last week, especially since I got both some eyeliner and some mascara, which are expensive. In the end it only came to, like, $60 or so -- I've still got $40 left! And with a second 10% member coupon to use for the month (we always get two each in November and December) combined with my regular 15% staff discount, my next shopping trip will be close to nothing as well.

We drove home in still relatively heavy traffic, but Shobhit was pretty proud of himself by shaving five minutes off the GPS's projected arrival time by taking the 520 Highway exit and getting off on Montlake Boulevard rather than staying on I-5 to take the Roanoke Street exit. Actually he did that mostly by driving well over 10 mph over the speedlimit on 23rd Avenue from there -- which, I suppose to be sort of fair, he'd never have been able to do on Broadway.

I just had the smoked mozzarella pasta I got at the PCC Deli along with half the rest of the Trader Joe's tater tots for dinner. Shobhit covered his tater tots with the leftover lentil dish he'd made Monday night. That probably was very tasty, now that I think about it. I should have at least tried a bite.

And then we watched my Netflix copy of Big Business, starring Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin in 1988, and . . . well: that movie is not as good as I remembered it. I easily hadn't watched it since the late eighties, maybe the very early nineties. My idea of a fun, well-made movie has altered dramatically since then. Big Business is a massively wasted opportunity, a stupefyingly dumb movie (although it did make me laugh maybe three times), and Bette Midler's portrayal of a heartless CEO is both over the top and an insult to the intelligence of anyone with a modicum of intelligence.

I've had Shobhit watch several movies I enjoyed in the eighties and haven't seen in twenty years or more, and sometimes they hold up and sometimes they don't. Big Business absolutely does not. The Money Pit, for the most part, did. Just as an example.

I was going to watch an episode of The Golden Girls after that before heading to bed, but then we saw there was finally a new episode of Will & Grace and so we watched that. It was a special Christmas episode. So far, this new season has found me surprisingly susceptible to its cornball charms. This episode, on the other hand, was a lot heavier on the cornball than it was on the charms. But, whatever.

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What else can I tell you today? Not a whole lot more to tell, really. I just had the last leftover container of Shobhit's delicious rice-and-lentil-and-kidney-bean dish he made on Tuesday. This time I augmented it with a buttered roll because there were several of those left out in the kitchen for the taking.

I did make two women at the table laugh while we were eating. Alicia said she was having egg salad for lunch, and when I looked up, she said, "Are you an egg salad hater, Matthew?" I said, "What kind of dipshit hates egg salad?" Alicia and Erica both laughed and then Alicia said, "That is the question of the day." Slow day, I guess.

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[posted 12:27 pm]