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Yesterday I left work only slightly early, to meet Laney at
Revolver Bar for their Happy Hour. Their snack menu was a bit of false advertising, however: we were told that, because they are revamping their menu, all they had available were Cheetos, Cup-O-Noodles, or Corn Dogs. Two of those are meat items and I wasn't about to just have Cheetos for dinner, so: no thanks.
The bartender told us we were welcome to get something from one of the nearby restaurants and bring it back there. There's both a pizza place and a taco joint on the same block. We decided to go over to the neighboring
Dino's Tomato Pie, which we discovered is itself a 21-and-over establishment though they do bake pizzas, and buy a couple slices. Thankfully they do sell by the slice. Laney and I both ordered the same thing: one slice of the "White" pizza and one slice of the square cheese. It was actually quite good.
We walked our slices back over to Revolver, and there we ordered our drinks. I had just one of their specialty cocktails, called a "Mai Tyler, the Creator." One of the ingredients is Blue Curaçao, giving it a light blue color. When the bartender set the drink down on the bar, I said, "It looks like Windex!" She adopted a kind of mock-aw-shucks demeanor and said a proud "Thank you." That cracked me up.
I had a list of nine conversation topics in my Notes app on my phone, and we easily and organically covered eight of them. The one that got missed wasn't all that important anyway. I just had a working list of things to cover. Not that Laney and I are ever wanting for things to talk about anyway, no matter how long or often we're hanging out.
We were walking home by 7:00, which means we spent roughly two hours there. I liked the ambiance of Revolver but wished they had better food options. I like that they only ever play music on vinyl, which made the name "Revolver" make more sense. Laney theorized that it was also a reference to the Beatles album of the same name, since the font is very sixties throwback—maybe, but I did look up the album cover and it's not in that font at all. It's a little closer to the font used on their
Rubber Soul album. My guess is it's just meant to be a throwback vibe overall, given the whole vinyl thing. The music they played was pretty good, I'll give them that.
I'd actually go back just for that cocktail I had. It was delicious. I've taken to the trick of just getting a Happy Hour well drink for my second drink, though, so my second drink was just a rum an Coke. That cost me $4 (the house cocktail was $13, and that was the Happy Hour price). So, somewhat of a mixed bag, but I'm glad we went there.
The most fun part of the evening would have been when we were walking from there back to Broadway, and we passed a security camera under a light over someone's garage door, which has a recording that, once it detects movement, announces, "Hi. You are currently being recorded."
Laney mentioned having passed it on the way here, and she was kicking herself that she didn't go back and record it on her phone and say, "So are you, motherfucker!" But then, we passed it again on the way back, so we did it then. Laney's own video didn't work out as well as she'd hoped, but I took a clip with my own phone from off to the side, and it was way better. It really cracked us both up, especially thinking about people who don't really know her who could easily think she's actually being serious.
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Shobhit was in Olympia for his photo shoot for
The Foreigner yesterday, but he was home by the time I got home from Happy Hour. Now that I've shown him how to cast his computer screen to our TV screen, he does that even when he's not just watching something; he'll show spreadsheets and whatnot up there too. Although honestly he's probably still just looking at the laptop screen itself when actually doing work. But, the TV was showing a spreadsheet when I got home. He was also loading different things like rehearsals and other meetings and whatnot into a calendar.
He'll be at a rehearsal on March 1 when the Actor Awards are showing, which means he won't make it to the SAG-AFTRA Local viewing party at Central Cinema that day. But! They were apparently happy to allow him to buy the usual $10 companion ticket for me anyway, noting that they have met and know me so I guess it's not a big deal. So I'll still get to go, which makes me very happy as I won't have a way to watch otherwise, not being a current Netflix subscriber. There still won't be anyone there who I know
well at all, but I think it'll still be fun.
The same scenario will apply when the Oscars happen two weeks later. I wonder if I can actually go to Gabriel's this time. There won't even be the possibility of Shobhit coming this time, thus preventing any risk of a repeat of the debacle from last year, which actually resulted in my insistence that we go to therapy for a while. I suppose I could say that in the end it was a good thing, because even though we aren't still going—and we'd still benefit from it, and we might still be going if not for our therapist's abrupt departure from the that therapy company—it actually helped us a great deal.
Shobhit, even though he's got lots of Actor Award screenings still to watch, has taken to rewatching
Heated Rivalry. He was watching the second episode when I was going to bed, shortly after I was looking at photos from 2000 to get inspiration for ways Danielle and I can commemorate the 26th anniversary of her move to Seattle. It did ultimately result in my creating
this Flickr album dedicated to the life and death of the Kingdome, which was imploded in March 2000, while Danielle actually lived with me. I was out of town the weekend it happened, but she still videotaped the dust cloud as seen from Pier 66, so even though the album only has 7 shots in it, it includes the video she took. I also found a few other shots of the Kingdome as seen from the Smith Tower Observatory, and a
really great shot, also from the Smith Tower, of Lumen Field (then just called "Seahawks Stadium") in the beginning stages of construction only six months after the implosion. I hadn't registered how great that historic shot is in eons.
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