|I needed to have my tires rotated today, and Kevin (av8rdude) had a slow leak in one tire and was going to take his car to Fred Anderson Toyota. I talked him into coming with me to Just Tires instead.|
We got there at a little after 12:30, where I was delighted to find a little dog in the lobby. So cute.
They took my car back first, and after starting the tire rotation they came out and imagine my surprise when they said, "Mr. Martin. We have bad news for you, you have a nail in one of your tires."
From there, we went to said gym, where I did my upper body workout today to get back on schedule for next week. I also did crunches, and Kevin joined me for a cardio workout.
Cardio (Elliptical Machine)
Next on the agenda was NOFOs for lunch, but they stopped serving at 3:00, so we went on to Third Place, which is next door, where we had lunch and coffee, and a free "blondie" for dessert, in apology for Kevin's coffee taking so long. Yay for customer service!
Well, I call what we had a blondie, but in looking it up just now for an image, it doesn't seem to be what we had. The thing we had was basically a white brownie. Maybe it's called a "whitie," but that just seems wrong.
I devised, and made available, some feedback from our co-working session on Thursday.
We left Third Place at about 7:00, and I stopped at the grocery store on the way home.
I'd planned to stay in tonight, but ended up going to see the late showing of Priceless at the Rialto.
|Movie synopsis: In the south of France, Jean, a shy young bartender, is mistaken for a millionaire by a beautiful, scheming opportunist named Irene. When Irene discovers his true identity, she abandons him, only to find that a love-struck Jean has no intention of letting her get away. Jean's comical attempts to gain her affections gradually evolve into setting himself up as a gigolo at a luxury hotel, until Irene finally starts to warm to her persistent, persuasive suitor.|
I've liked Audrey Tautou ever since Amelie. Gad Elmaleh isn't an overly handsome man, but he became sexier and sexier as the movie progressed.
I would classify this film as good, but not great. With that said, I was thoroughly entertained by it for a couple of hours.
Before the show started, the lady in front of me at the concession stand ordered, "A small popcorn with tons of butter on it, and a Diet Root Beer." She, surprisingly, was not at all fat.
"I'll have what she's having," I said when the concessioner said to me, "And you, sir?"