A few days ago, a lady friend of mine wanted to watch The Quiet Place, so I met her at the new Alamo that opened up on Colfax. It’s interior is an hommage to great writers.
When I got there though, the late show listed wasnt playing. They hadn’t updated their times on the website. All they had was a 10:30 for the Avengers but my friend wasn’t ready for that one one either so we order drinks and food at the bar instead, an aviator for, a lavender concoction that makes me think of how another childhood friend of mine is doing. (Who later indirectly lets me know with videos of her latest flight.)
We catch up on the weird and whacky wasteland, exchanging tidbits of news and info. She tells me she’s been doing better with her residence change, not being in that basement anymore is really making a difference she assures me. It’s a good exchange.