My first day off in the New Place, not moving nor working. For all the remaining clutter to be culled, it's pleasant, hopeful. We obtained a decent Scrabble game, which D has decided he does like, after all. I'd gotten him hooked on the daily crossword from the Washington Post, which we did while he therapied his hand. A tedious process that he diligently performed, and if I sat with him, giving clues, he could be nearly cheerful for the contrast baths. Funny, getting through college, and a Master's program, and persistent crosswording, will do to one's vocabulary and word-play. He's always been an intellectual omnivore, as have I, but not so much for words. He didn't beat me this time, but not by much.
When we got our car last year, apparently I put the license plate tags back to front. We got a citation for missing back plate tags. Doh. A nice $20 fine. I couldn't get the online payment to work, so I wrote to the available email, with this explanation (no request to excuse, mind.) I got a note back saying it could take five days to show, and let the unnamed person, return address simply "Parking", know, and s/he would reduce the fine. Well, it showed up shortly after, and it was only $5. I mean, I deserved a citation, and $20 was a lot for an innocent mistake. But down to a trivial $5? Parking, I am very grateful, whoever you are. We got the ticket while donating three boxes of books to the Library.
We got on the train (!) to go to Brewvies for lunch, and a movie. I will not, ever, I repeat, never, I repeat - louder for those in the back NEVER, recommend Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. It's not good. The humor is low, low, low, and repetitious and a bit flat. A lot flat. But I rather enjoyed it, eating my jalapeño burger with chocolate stout. It's bad, no question. But they were bad with enough energy and heart, that I didn't mind. it's chauvinistic and plays with stereotypes in hamfisted abandon, crude and disgusting, lacking the rapid timing that kept the first one light and punchy. I should hate it. I really should. Instead, it's staying with me, like a call for justice and change inside a revolting, meagre joke. Do not go to see it. Please. The first one, perhaps, depending, with many conditions. This one will have to be my own guilty secret.
Now, I have to go study for ACLS.
2 comments:
burgers + beer + movies? this sounds absolutely amazing.
Brewvies is a wonderful place. Moderate sized theater, wide aisles with comfortable seats, and a shelf for food and beverages. Because alcohol is served, no kids. Ever. No one under 21. They play second run, some independent stuff, they do Sundance when that comes. We sometimes just go for a meal. The beer is also a nice mix, local microbrews like the chocolate stout, and simple Coors for those as don't care.
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