Sunday, January 6, 2019
Breakfast at home: an apple. Sam, Patrick, and I saw Bumblebee at Cinemark Century 20 Daly City with hot dogs, popcorn, peanut M&Ms, and soda. The quality of this theatre has gone downhill a lot in recent years. The escalator is disgustingly dirty and sticky, the theatre floor was a lot stickier than normal with old foodstuff, the preshow video did not work while the audio played, the popcorn was not hot and seemed slightly stale, Patrick didn't like the texture of the hot dog which he said tasted old (but I thought it was fine), Sam said his Diet Coke tasted strange like it didn't have the proper mixture of components. The bathroom was reasonably clean but smelled poorly. At my request, Sam reported the video problem and about 15 minutes later it was resolved. It seemed as though someone forgot to remove a lens cap. We all decided it was the last time we would visit this theatre. The film was good—not great and not terrible. Afterwards Sam dropped Patrick and me at home. Housecleaning. Cut my hair, showered. Mended my silver-gray jacket which had developed another hole in the arm. Dinner at home with Patrick: pizza with prepared crust, Hint. Dessert: I had pumpkin pie with whipped cream and a cocktail called orgasm.