The TIGR meeting went well today. Randy facilitated. I asked for 15 minutes on next week’s agenda to talk about effectiveness assessment. I asked Mary’s question about impact assessments for defects.
We had bookclub, which was shadowed a bit because Suzanne didn’t show up, and didn’t call anybody to let them know. This is unusual for her.
Janet, Mary, and Sharon discussed The Life of Pi, and I asked some questions about it. Both Janet and Mary brought a copy of our next book, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, which everyone is quite excited about, because it’s so short, and there’s not much print on each page. 🙂
I left work at 6:15, and met Courtney in the B510 parking lot to make sure her car would start. It did. But it wouldn’t stop. She was holding the key that she had pulled out of the ignition after turning off the car, but it was still running.
She tried it again, and it did a slow turnoff. I invited her to meet us at the movies, and she said, “Sure.” I had six free passes to see “The Terminal.”
I went ahead and met Robert and Rodney, turned the passes in for four tickets, and then the three of us went to Chili’s for dinner. Robert had the Lettuce Wraps, and I had the Club Sandwich. Rodney had the Bottomless Chips with Salsa.
When we got back to the theater, Courtney was at the Thai & Sushi place getting a to-go order, and told me to just leave her ticket at the door with an attendant. I gave it to a hunky cop, who said, “She’s not bringing her food in here with her, is she?”
The movie was packed, we got seats on the front row, all the way to the right. We got “wanded” when we entered the theater, and before the previews started, a security guard made announcement that we were to turn our cell phones OFF (not on vibrate). Pagers could be on vibrate, but not cell phones. He repeated, “They need to be off. If we come around and see a phone lit up in your pocket or anywhere, you’ll be escorted out. No excuses, no explanations.” Serious shit.
Courtney came in with about 5 minutes to spare.
The movie was okay — a little too Hollywood for me. I’m just glad that in addition to “going home,” he didn’t “get the girl,” too, in the end.
Movie Synopsis: “The Terminal” tells the story of Viktor Navorski (Tom Hanks), a visitor to New York from Eastern Europe, whose homeland erupts in a fiery coup while he is in the air en route to America. Stranded at Kennedy Airport with a passport from nowhere, he is unauthorized to actually enter the United States and must improvise his days and nights in the terminal’s international transit lounge until the war at home is over.
As the weeks and months stretch on, Viktor finds the compressed universe of the terminal to be a richly complex world of absurdity, generosity, ambition, amusement, status, serendipity and even romance with a beautiful flight attendant named Amelia (Catherine Zeta-Jones). But Viktor has long worn out his welcome with airport official Frank Dixon, who considers him a bureaucratic glitch, a problem he cannot control but wants desperately to erase.
As we left the theater, Robert and I hugged, and he kissed me on my neck. I wished I’d’ve kissed him back — on the lips.
At home, Courtney proceeded to tell me that in a gathering she attended at work today, Susanne V. said that a friend of hers had an ovarian cyst removed which had teeth and hair in it. Gross! Of course we had to google it, and came up with this disgusting picture: http://asylumeclectica.com/malady/archives/dermoid/dermoid1.jpg