verbicide | mohitos, and getting caught in the rain

Thursday, post interview, was pretty much perfect.

Hurried home, packed, and bolted out the door for Vancouver. The drive, despite the rain, was uneventful. Nary a question about Hobbes at the border. After a pretty speedy drive, Vancouver traffic sucked, but it was all in all not a bad drive.

We settled Hobbsie in and crawled into bed to catch up. Many hours later, we set out for dinner. We decided to try the reconstructed Varsity Grill, but it was closed. We had our hearts set on chocolate shakes, so wandered around in search of diner food and ended up driving a bit further to Earl's. Mmm. Good.

Greg looks ridiculously adorable with his hood up. Especially when he makes his face scrunchy. I need to acquire a digital camera so I can take pictures of this to share with the world.

We stopped at a local Safeway to pick up ingredients so I could make/freeze some vegetarian chili for Greg who has no time to cook, and barely any time to eat. They were tragically out of zucchini, a key ingredient. Dammit. We bought everything else and planned to try another store on Friday.

Drove back home and snuggled with an indignant Hobbes. Greg kept asking me if I was falling asleep, because I was. But I would stir and insist I was awake. I finally gave in when I realized I was about to drool on him.

Spent the morning watching Masada. Greg has a passion for all things Roman. I have a passion for watching him look excited about men in short skirts. Also I made some headway on Mo's scarf.

In spite of having plenty of time, we still managed to leave the house late for the 4:45 showing of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. I hate being late. It makes me tense and irate and I want to kill people. It was my own fault for not suggesting we leave earlier. Then I forgot the tickets and theatre address, which Greg happily reminded me before we left the parking lot. I drove like a lunatic through trafficky, construction-ridden, downtown Vancouver. The theatre had underground, validated parking (which is very yay) but as we pulled up behind the car waiting at the gate, it turned out it was broken (which is very not yay). I was ripping my hair out in frustration. Greg kept talking in soothing tones, promising me that we still had 15 minutes. Finally someone from security came down to let us in (at this point there were 30 cars worth of us, gagging from accumulating fumes). Miracle of miracles there was a parking spot just a few paces ahead, we raced up the stairs, and managed to find seats together. Too close to the screen, but at least it wasn't the first freaking row.

Movie was a blast. It was pretty to look at and fun and everyone did a good job. There was maybe one special effects scene too many, but otherwise a lot of fun. Greg, raised in the veritable bosom of the sci-fi classics this movie was an homage to, was giddy as a school boy.

Also, Dear StupidWoman who came in late, crawled and tripped over us, and then proceeded to spend the first half of the movie elbowing me while mawing her popcorn: I'm so sorry I violently whacked you with my elbow. Ooops! Accident! But I was thrilled to note that you stopped hitting me after.

We decided to try our luck again at Varsity Grill. It was open, it turns out unfortunately. Greg loved the old Varsity Grill and his family has been dining there for approximately nine thousand years. This one, while retaining the old menu, has changed ownership and food quality. I'm really not that picky about food. I ordered a burger that was cold and rubbery. The fries were also slightly raw and soggy. Greg's hot turkey sandwich was fine, but he agreed the fries were awful. Always sad to see a favorite place go downhill. Oh well.

Woke up this morning, made chili, and lounged around. I always hate the last day because I know it'll be a couple of weeks before we see each other. But it's freaking me out less than it used to, which is exciting.

We loaded up the car and I left. In my haste to get Hobbes into the carrier and out to the car, I left the motherfucking insulin in Greg's fridge. ARRRGH. Hobbes will have to miss like four injections and I will have to replace a $30 bottle. I'm very, very pissed at myself about this.

Hurried back to Seattle and was only an hour late to Judy's birthday party. Raced home, dropped Hobbes off, rushed to QFC to bring some dip/crackers (which turned out to be pointless since there was 50,000 tons of food already there). Ellen kindly poured a mohito down my throat and I started to decompress.

It was great to see everyone and hang out and I always forget how much fun the lack of sobriety can be. Jeff and Ellen are excellent hosts and a good time was had. I sobered up enough to drive the 4 blocks home.

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired. But I have all kinds of Netflix-y goodness to enjoy my Sunday with. After some morning Yoga with Ellie. At 10 am. *whine* Mornings = bad.