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For some reason all day yesterday (Monday) I thought it was Tuesday. Seriously! My head and my gut kept telling me it was Tuesday, and I never questioned it or thought about it until way late in the evening. I think it was because Carrie worked a full day on Sunday (she usually doesn't), so it felt like Sunday was Monday, and my internal clock got set a day ahead. It was weird.

Anyway, Brandy swung by the house at 4:30 to pick me up so that we could go to Seattle and see Sin City in the last remaining theater in which it was playing in the entire western half of the state. I wrote a note for Carrie, but she came home as we were leaving so I dramatically ripped it up, crying, "Well, I don't need to leave this anymore, now do I!?"

Yahoo Maps gave us insanely retarded diretions on how to get to downtown Seattle, but we followed them anyway. It would have been much faster to take any number of other routes, but oh well, we got there in time anyway.

The theater at which Sin City was playing is called "The Big Picture." Neither of us had heard of it before, so we drove by the supposed address of the theater and only see the restaurant "El Gaucho." Confused, we tried to turn around and head back (Brandy accidentally turned the wrong way down a one-way street that neither of us saw any markings or warnings about). Eventually she parked about a block away and we walked over to El Gaucho and went in the front entrance. Around a corner was a sign that said, "The Big Picture downstairs" with an arrow pointing to a doorway. This doorway led to a long flight of stairs that descended into the bowels of the building. At the bottom we turned a corner and found ourselves in a lavish, 40s-style lounge/bar, which was completely empty.

What the...? Or as it would be spelled in Heathcliff, "Wot th'?"

We walked back up the stairs and checked the sign. Sure enough, it pointed down these very stairs. That's weird... just then, though a gaggle of peoples showed up and trundled down the stairs so we followed them. This time there were a couple of people in the bar, including one at the door who was selling tickets, so we each bought one. We hit the restrooms, after which Brandy deliberated over whether or not she should order a drink, and if so, what kind would go well with a movie like Sin City? A Jack & Coke, maybe?

She eventually decided not to get anything, and we wandered around the bar until we found a doorway that led into a large, plush movie theater. The type of theater where the seats have super-comfy padding that's practically a foot thick and the front row has wicker ottomans (ottomen?) in front of each and every seat. Nice-sized screen, too.

So we settled down in the second row and watched Sin City. I'll review it sometime this week (I gots a lotta work to do this week, so I'll get to it when I get to it). It wasn't until about 30 minutes into the film that I suddenly realized it was Monday and not actually Tuesday, so it was a bit late to do anything about it by then.

Then Brandy dropped me off back at home around 8:30, 8:40, something like that. Shortly thereafter Carrie left to go back to the store to hang out with Linnea while she was closing, and Gretchen spontaneously showed up there as well, so the three of them plus Viki all went to Red Robin after closing and didn't get back until almost 11:00 or so. I passed the time by watching El Mariachi.

Anyway. The Big Picture is a really, really cool space. I wanna go back there as much as possible, so whenever they're showing a movie I wanna see I'm gonna try to go. Y'all should as well.

That sounds rad. Reminds me of this dive in St. Augustine called Potbelly's... except this place sounds a lot nicer. I like the whole "living room" feel.