Day 3: So today's the day I *officially* take possession of my apartment! Hooray! Since R was at work, I decided to kill time until my appointment with the rental people by seeing the new Oliver Stone action flick, "SAVAGES".
Two hours later, I wandered out into the blazing Northern California sun--
WAIT: Let me get this off my chest. "Northern California" is actually a good bit north of us. Take a look at a map of California. San Francisco is in the MIDDLE of the California coastline, and Sacramento is east of that. To cross the border with Oregon, our neighbor to the north, I would have to drive 300 miles, which would take me at LEAST 5 hours, per Google maps. This is because I'm waaaaaaaaaaay down in the middle of the state. Central California, my adopted homeland. Now, Montague? Northern California, no question. Yreka? Obviously. The booming metropolis of Hilt? A certainty! But Sacramento? Pfft.
--wondering where all the hyped "action" had gone. There were, I believe, two action scenes. They were good, there just weren't nearly enough of them. And Benecio del Toro apparently had it written into his contract that he would be allowed to do something gross every time he appeared in a scene. I think he was supposed to be evil, but mostly he came across as icky, and it's hard to assign menace to a fellow who is tagged, in your lizard brain, as "icky".
The movie let out just in time for me to be late to my appointment with the nice young lady handling my rental, and apparently this was fine, as a later appointment showed up early, so she just switched us. I was given my keys, assigned a parking spot (which, tragically, is clearly labeled "compact", and my Jeep Cherokee Sport is clearly NOT so labeled... I'm going to see if they can move me around on Monday), and my "fob". She actually called it a fob, too, which tickled me every time. While I understand that it's entirely the correct word, I have some part of my brain insisting that it's hilarious that adults are trying to use that word in a serious conversation.
My fob opens up our security doors, both to the garage and to the building proper. Every time I use it, I mutter "abracadabra" or "shazam" or, in particularly uninspired moments, "open sesame", because it's really just a magic bean I'm waving around, and should have no impact on the physical universe, but then, suddenly, *BING* a door that was previously barring my way is magically opened to me. If I could somehow transport Arthur Pendragon to witness the event, he'd name me Merlin, and rightly so!
...of course, if I could somehow transport Arthur Pendragon to witness the event, I'd probably have to actually BE Merlin, now, wouldn't I?
I'm up on the third floor, and have a lovely view of my lovely, tiny, new hamlet: Sacramento (*cough*sixthlargestcityincalifornia*cough*). I sped off to Target to buy some supplies for the place, but I can't properly move in until my stuff shows up, and that's still "sometime between July 9 and July 21". I'm sort of tempted to buy a pillow and a cheap air mattress, and just move in now, but I've been told I am free to stay in the hotel until my stuff arrives. And the hotel has room service, and what have you...
R and I met for dinner at Burgers and Brew, though I only partook of a burger, and only half a one at that, because I'd gorged myself on popcorn only a few hours before. The burger was delicious, though, and we'll definitely be going back. Then we walked back to our respective apartments to drop off leftovers (yes, you read that correctly: I ALREADY HAVE LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE).
The Big Adventure Moment (BAM) of the day was actually the last thing we did: journey up to the Esquire theater to see "The Amazing Spider-Man".
Now, that may not seem like a BAM, until you consider the following:
1 - It's got kind of an amazing history. It started as a movie theater in the 1940s, was converted into offices in the 1980s, and was converted BACK into a classic movie thater in 1998-1999.
2 - It's close enough that we walked to it.
3 - IT'S AN IMAX THEATER.
That's right. In my neighborhood, just a few blocks away, is an IMAX theater, that I can journey to every single day of the week, should I feel like it. And it's classic Art Deco, with a huge animated neon sign, and ain't that JUST my kind of thing??
Anyway, the movie started at 10:40, and so now I'm wrapping up the recap here at nearly 3 a.m. Good night, friends and neighbors. Tomorrow: ADVENTURE!
Two hours later, I wandered out into the blazing Northern California sun--
WAIT: Let me get this off my chest. "Northern California" is actually a good bit north of us. Take a look at a map of California. San Francisco is in the MIDDLE of the California coastline, and Sacramento is east of that. To cross the border with Oregon, our neighbor to the north, I would have to drive 300 miles, which would take me at LEAST 5 hours, per Google maps. This is because I'm waaaaaaaaaaay down in the middle of the state. Central California, my adopted homeland. Now, Montague? Northern California, no question. Yreka? Obviously. The booming metropolis of Hilt? A certainty! But Sacramento? Pfft.
--wondering where all the hyped "action" had gone. There were, I believe, two action scenes. They were good, there just weren't nearly enough of them. And Benecio del Toro apparently had it written into his contract that he would be allowed to do something gross every time he appeared in a scene. I think he was supposed to be evil, but mostly he came across as icky, and it's hard to assign menace to a fellow who is tagged, in your lizard brain, as "icky".
The movie let out just in time for me to be late to my appointment with the nice young lady handling my rental, and apparently this was fine, as a later appointment showed up early, so she just switched us. I was given my keys, assigned a parking spot (which, tragically, is clearly labeled "compact", and my Jeep Cherokee Sport is clearly NOT so labeled... I'm going to see if they can move me around on Monday), and my "fob". She actually called it a fob, too, which tickled me every time. While I understand that it's entirely the correct word, I have some part of my brain insisting that it's hilarious that adults are trying to use that word in a serious conversation.
My fob opens up our security doors, both to the garage and to the building proper. Every time I use it, I mutter "abracadabra" or "shazam" or, in particularly uninspired moments, "open sesame", because it's really just a magic bean I'm waving around, and should have no impact on the physical universe, but then, suddenly, *BING* a door that was previously barring my way is magically opened to me. If I could somehow transport Arthur Pendragon to witness the event, he'd name me Merlin, and rightly so!
...of course, if I could somehow transport Arthur Pendragon to witness the event, I'd probably have to actually BE Merlin, now, wouldn't I?
I'm up on the third floor, and have a lovely view of my lovely, tiny, new hamlet: Sacramento (*cough*sixthlargestcityincalifornia*cough*). I sped off to Target to buy some supplies for the place, but I can't properly move in until my stuff shows up, and that's still "sometime between July 9 and July 21". I'm sort of tempted to buy a pillow and a cheap air mattress, and just move in now, but I've been told I am free to stay in the hotel until my stuff arrives. And the hotel has room service, and what have you...
R and I met for dinner at Burgers and Brew, though I only partook of a burger, and only half a one at that, because I'd gorged myself on popcorn only a few hours before. The burger was delicious, though, and we'll definitely be going back. Then we walked back to our respective apartments to drop off leftovers (yes, you read that correctly: I ALREADY HAVE LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE).
The Big Adventure Moment (BAM) of the day was actually the last thing we did: journey up to the Esquire theater to see "The Amazing Spider-Man".
Now, that may not seem like a BAM, until you consider the following:
1 - It's got kind of an amazing history. It started as a movie theater in the 1940s, was converted into offices in the 1980s, and was converted BACK into a classic movie thater in 1998-1999.
2 - It's close enough that we walked to it.
3 - IT'S AN IMAX THEATER.
That's right. In my neighborhood, just a few blocks away, is an IMAX theater, that I can journey to every single day of the week, should I feel like it. And it's classic Art Deco, with a huge animated neon sign, and ain't that JUST my kind of thing??
Anyway, the movie started at 10:40, and so now I'm wrapping up the recap here at nearly 3 a.m. Good night, friends and neighbors. Tomorrow: ADVENTURE!
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