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A Warm Evening in the Cold
Feb. 3rd, 2020 09:21 pmThe plan for the night was to watch The New Nicholas Cage does Lovecraft movie, The Color Out of Space. Short version: I didn't, but the night was not uneventful.
The first event was taking the train down to the theatre. I boarded an empty train and decided, due to the train's layout, to take a seat up front. There I found a cell phone sitting on the bench. As I picked it up, someone knocked on the window from without. I looked up to see (presumably) the owner of the cell phone gesturing towards me. I rushed to the door to open it and give them back their phone, but was too late as the driver deactivated the train doors and left the station. The guy made several more gestures, presumably for me to stop at the next station to wait for him. To hell with that, I had a movie to see.
It was a flip phone with no security, so I browsed the address book until I got to "Dad". Phoning dad and explaining myself, we arranged to meet in front of the theatre so I could return the phone. I needed to wait for two friend anyway, so as long as dad wasn't too late, this was not a problem. I also took a call from one of the dude's friends, and learned that his name was Dave. Which meets expectations, since the guy I saw at the station looked like a Dave. Dave's friend offered to tell Dave's wife, but I pointed out that that was unnecessary as I was awaiting Dave's dad.
Dave's dad showed up, and he did indeed look like the father of a Dave. The phone was handed back (along with an additional photo of yours truly) and all was well with the world.
Moments later, my two friends showed up and we entered the theatre to see if there was rush seats available for the show that was otherwise sold out online. As the line snaked up the stairs and had about 50 people in it, we opted to bail.
We then walked to Beer Revolution to enjoy a beer and some food and good company. There we discussed the SCA, the upcoming apocalypse, and the heat death of the universe. Perhaps most importantly, is what we are feeling clinical depression, or a rational reaction to the world we find ourselves in. Are they equivalent? This tells me that they would be good candidates for philosophy.
I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing, but one friend could not make it to the movie. As they are currently in a position of authority in the SCA and one of the friends who was there had some pointed things to say about SCA current events, I'm sure it would have been exciting. Maybe not enjoyable for all, but exciting.
Afterwards we took a walk downtown and the parted company with the promise of repeating the exercise in the future. Twas a good evening.
I'm am currently at home, enjoying the last of my bon bons from Chocolate Lab - which I'm 86% certain means "chocolate laboratory" and not the dog.
The first event was taking the train down to the theatre. I boarded an empty train and decided, due to the train's layout, to take a seat up front. There I found a cell phone sitting on the bench. As I picked it up, someone knocked on the window from without. I looked up to see (presumably) the owner of the cell phone gesturing towards me. I rushed to the door to open it and give them back their phone, but was too late as the driver deactivated the train doors and left the station. The guy made several more gestures, presumably for me to stop at the next station to wait for him. To hell with that, I had a movie to see.
It was a flip phone with no security, so I browsed the address book until I got to "Dad". Phoning dad and explaining myself, we arranged to meet in front of the theatre so I could return the phone. I needed to wait for two friend anyway, so as long as dad wasn't too late, this was not a problem. I also took a call from one of the dude's friends, and learned that his name was Dave. Which meets expectations, since the guy I saw at the station looked like a Dave. Dave's friend offered to tell Dave's wife, but I pointed out that that was unnecessary as I was awaiting Dave's dad.
Dave's dad showed up, and he did indeed look like the father of a Dave. The phone was handed back (along with an additional photo of yours truly) and all was well with the world.
Moments later, my two friends showed up and we entered the theatre to see if there was rush seats available for the show that was otherwise sold out online. As the line snaked up the stairs and had about 50 people in it, we opted to bail.
We then walked to Beer Revolution to enjoy a beer and some food and good company. There we discussed the SCA, the upcoming apocalypse, and the heat death of the universe. Perhaps most importantly, is what we are feeling clinical depression, or a rational reaction to the world we find ourselves in. Are they equivalent? This tells me that they would be good candidates for philosophy.
I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing, but one friend could not make it to the movie. As they are currently in a position of authority in the SCA and one of the friends who was there had some pointed things to say about SCA current events, I'm sure it would have been exciting. Maybe not enjoyable for all, but exciting.
Afterwards we took a walk downtown and the parted company with the promise of repeating the exercise in the future. Twas a good evening.
I'm am currently at home, enjoying the last of my bon bons from Chocolate Lab - which I'm 86% certain means "chocolate laboratory" and not the dog.
