Secret Lives.

[tablesaw]

I got up early today to finally meet up with farmersdaughter. In the process I got lost on my way to a movie theater again. Last time, I never found the theater and my dad went home feeling rejected until I could make it up to him by seeing Matrix: Revolutions. Thankfully, things worked out a bit better this time. Though I was late, so had she been, so we missed each other only by a few minutes. When she arrived, she frantically asked the ticket seller if he'd seen a tall guy in a trenchcoat. Of course, he wouldn't have (unless he was looking carefully at the frustrated car driving psast and sompletely failing to see the marquee.) Taking a risk, she went into the theater and grabbed a seat. When I arrived a few minutes later and frantically asked the ticket seller for a ticket, though, he asked, "Are you meeting a girl her?" Remembering the movie fiasco with my dad only weeks before, I braced myself for "Yeah, she left and told me to call you a flake." Instead, he helped me by trying to remember which aisle she had gone down. Further, farmersdaughter was able to identify my tall silhouette and flag me over to her seat. Thus, we watched The Secret Lives of Dentists.

The movie was, strange. And neither of us saw the very beginning, so we're not sure how strange it was. I believe it was very strange. Indeed, I would go so far as to call it bizarre. But those first few minutes? Who knows. They could prove my interpretation wholly wrong.

After the movie, we headed to Canter's for a good 9:30 p.m. deli breakfast. There was also a great deal of conversation until I had to go to work. Nothing particularly noteworthy about the conversation, other than that it was fun and easy.

So, in summary, I had a great time, farmersdaughter is an interesting and amazing woman, and I hope we can do it again.

Comments

[farmersdaughter.livejournal.com]

Are you aware that you ate no pickles?! You ate no deli pickles at the deli, where they bring a bowl of delicious appetizer pickles and where pickle-eating is almost a requirement! Are you opposed to pickles, do pickles repulse you, or were you simply not in a pickle kind of mood? These are the mysterious things I find fascinating.

It's fun to have another friend in the neighborhood (ie this city)!!

[tablesaw]

Funny you should mention the pickles. I thought I'd passon the pizkles because I was eating breakfast, and pickles aren't generally a breakfast item for me. But, while you were off powdering your nose and, thus, not present to distract me from their briny siren song, I succumbed. It was wonderful.

But now that you mention it, I don't recall that you ate any pickles?

[farmersdaughter.livejournal.com]

Had I been on my toes, I would've taken mental note of the number of pickles we were given and known that you had indugled in the pleasure, but I am not sufficiently on my game.

I, myself, ate one right before our food came. It was most delicious, I must say.

I feel very happy that we both did our deli duty!