the weather, briefly mentioned.
Another day of meetings at work, followed by my departmental happy hour. I went early to secure tables, but didn't anticipate the first friday of classes crowd at the Big Time. I got a table before anyone arrived, and our group was eventually able to secure other locations. The turnout was decent, so we're going to try to continue to have a couple per month.
After an hour and a half of happiness, Carole, Rachel, and I retired to the newly-redecorated Solstice (now serving food items) for dessert, hanging out, and paper-reading.
When we'd exhausted the cafe potential, Rachel and I went to see thirteen at the Egyptian. The movie was good, but not pleasant. Along with The Secret Lives of Dentists, it sort of builds a strong [but different] case against procreation.
Not that it was meant to be a feel good movie. Actually, I can't really imagine wanting to see a "feel good movie" anyway. I'm not necessarily against happy movies, just ones that are specifically contrived/created to hit the conventional feel good plot points. Nevermind.
By the time the movie was over, Capitol Hill was cold and covered in fog. Everything looked amazing.
After an hour and a half of happiness, Carole, Rachel, and I retired to the newly-redecorated Solstice (now serving food items) for dessert, hanging out, and paper-reading.
When we'd exhausted the cafe potential, Rachel and I went to see thirteen at the Egyptian. The movie was good, but not pleasant. Along with The Secret Lives of Dentists, it sort of builds a strong [but different] case against procreation.
Not that it was meant to be a feel good movie. Actually, I can't really imagine wanting to see a "feel good movie" anyway. I'm not necessarily against happy movies, just ones that are specifically contrived/created to hit the conventional feel good plot points. Nevermind.
By the time the movie was over, Capitol Hill was cold and covered in fog. Everything looked amazing.
Comments