Sunday, Sunday, Sunday at the Monsterdome

I talked to a couple people such as Jerseygirl on phone and got caught up. Then got to see the niece for a few minutes before she left to go back to college.
I tried to gather the time and energy to go to the sister’s annual party, but time slipped away and I had promised Karl to go to the movies with him.

I am not a movie person, I have anxiety walking into the seating area. I frequently get sick after going to a large theatre because there are too many people with too many strains of whatever walking around and touching things.
I do not enjoy the mass experience whether it’s concerts, sports, movies, whatever it is you people do in these large crowds. I suppose that sounds separatist or something, but I feel mostly ok about coming across that way, as ever since these feelings developed I have received a lot of judgment from the majority of people who don’t have those issues and dig the mass media experience. They don’t get my experience, and I don’t get theirs.

Anyway I saw “Goodnight and Good luck” in a very small theatre. I really liked that movie and the experience was mostly manageable with the rituals I’ve developed. Get a medium popcorn and a packet of Jr. Mints. By the time I’ve consumed those, I’m usually well into the movie and can stay focused on it.

Then there was an aborted attempt to meet Oliver for dinner at Krazy Jim’s Blimpy Burger, (they were closed, the second Sunday in a couple weeks to have had it happen that way). There was a visit from Lizardbreath and Filmkid with Chanukah gifts. Then Oliver and I opened the bottle of Laurent Perrier we had saved. I had one glass and it just hit me totally wrong. I started yawning after three sips, finished it, and said “I do not understand why you like this alcohol shit so much, I feel terrible now, I’m going to bed.” and was asleep by 9 PM.