Must Be Picky
Tuesday. For some reason I went down the way last night and saw the director's cut of Blade Runner, I say “for some reason” because I haven't been willing “for some reason” to go to an actual movie theater to see a show for some time. Well, half a show as I left half way through thinking I'd drive on to Safeway, pick up a small bottle of sake, come back home and watch Pamie's Samantha Who? as, having watched half the show, I began to remember it more clearly from the first time I'd seen both the original release and the later director's cut, deciding I didn't need to watch any more. A second milestone, though: three dollars off the price of a general admission ticket for old folks over sixty-one. She didn't blink or ask for ID. No complaints.
A call just now from one of the usual crew suggesting we meet at my local sushi restaurant for lunch as one of our working members feels he's in need of a break from the daily grind. I'm sure sake consumption will be minimal (just enough to be illuminating and add a bit of sparkle to the conversation) and the afternoon will be more mellow for our meeting. Then again, in the past, these things have gotten out of hand and whole afternoons and evenings have been lost in confusion. Pretty exciting list of possibilities for a Tuesday, don't you think? Here in Oakland?
Later. A good lunch, plenty of sake, but not too much sake. Well, my idea of “not too much sake”. It's two-thirty, I'm mellow, but not incoherent; lunch consisting of various combinations of rice, raw fish, avocado, grilled beef, egg plant and sake; the sky cloudy, but no rain, listening to public radio.
Later still. A two hour nap. Was it “too much sake”? Oh, probably. If we must be picky.