September 21-22, 2001 — Smells like victory

Friday was the first day in awhile that I'd actually had to wake up for something. And it was for was a phone call that I'd been asked not to make any earlier than 12:00 pm. I could get used to this.

So anyway. Karin and I had decided the night before to see Apocalypse Now Redux during the afternoon. After making sure she knew it was a three-and-a-half hour Vietnam war movie she had dedicated herself to seeing, we were on our way.

It was playing on the IMAX screen at the Paramount downtown. I got there early and she got there a bit late. As I waited, I watched previews on the little monitors in the lobby while sitting on the stairs. They play different music on the stairs (alternative?) than they do in the lobby (soft rock?), so I was listening to Alien Ant Farm and Celine Dion simultaneously while watching the Harry Potter preview. I'm telling you, it was bliss.

The movie was as good as I remembered it (from two or three weeks earlier when I went with my father), and substantially bigger. And I didn't have to go to the washroom during the French plantation scene this time through.

After the movie, Karin tried to take me for Japanese food. I got all panicky at the thought of trying new things and we ended up going to the Pita Pit.

The we somehow ended up at her apartment watching Josie and the Pussycats, which wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expected it to be. As humiliating as it is to admit as much.

I left as she was on her way to a club to meet some friends. It was nice to do something beyond sitting in front of the computer all day, and it was a fun way to spend the day even if I did end up sitting through one of those movies that I'd promised myself I'd never see...

Saturday was mostly a return to the routine. Nathan and gNick dropped by for pizza and a game of Risk. I was the first eliminated. Luck was not on my side, and I kind of wanted to get back to the computer anyway, so no complaints for me. There's always next time.

Our landlord keeps coming upstairs and telling us to keep the lights turned off. It's starting to infuriate me.

Anyway. After Saturday, work began on the four-day fiasco that was setting up the new journal system. More on that exciting story in the next entry...