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my first overnight date in Olympia
Feb. 17th, 2019 08:18 pmNow that the Tickler is settled into her ex's place in Olympia, we executed on a fairly mellow plan of eats, and literal Netflix and chill.
The Tickler, as always, picked the eats; given that she knows Olympia way better than I do, this was an even better idea than usual. Grown-up dinner at the Waterstreet Cafe, and brunch at Our Table, both in downtown Oly. We partook of raw oysters at Waterstreet, Olympia being near Puget Sound's biggest concentration of shellfish beds. For brunch, the Tickler had something my dad would have approved of and I really didn't. Je ne regrette rien. Both restaurants are worthy choices, and being in Olympia they're not as expensive or crowded as comparable quality would be in Seattle.
It may surprise you not at all to hear that the Tickler is a popcorn snob: organic, oil-popped in a device that stirs the kernels automatically, with butter and nutritional yeast. Nom.
I wish I could say The Girl King was as good as the popcorn. It's a melodrama about Sweden's 17th-century Queen Kristina that should have been in Swedish, but wasn't. Not even fabulous costumes and gay stuff could hold our interest. But the Tickler saved the evening with Janelle Monae's Emotion Picture, which the Tickler had seen but I hadn't. It gave me the excuse I wanted to like her work more.
Sure, there were some cuddles and tickle fights, but I think I disappointed my poor girlfriend by falling asleep relatively early. I'd awoken at 0600 as usual. Moral: schedule dates with her for earlier in the evening.
The Tickler nearly tweaked her back shoveling snow so I'd have a place to park; the snow piles in Oly were much higher than the ones in Seattle ever were. For her back she took some cannabis concentrate that her ex had left behind; I think she took it right around the time I arrived, which was 1900. She said she was still stoned when I left at around 1430 this afternoon. Great stuff.
The Tickler, as always, picked the eats; given that she knows Olympia way better than I do, this was an even better idea than usual. Grown-up dinner at the Waterstreet Cafe, and brunch at Our Table, both in downtown Oly. We partook of raw oysters at Waterstreet, Olympia being near Puget Sound's biggest concentration of shellfish beds. For brunch, the Tickler had something my dad would have approved of and I really didn't. Je ne regrette rien. Both restaurants are worthy choices, and being in Olympia they're not as expensive or crowded as comparable quality would be in Seattle.
It may surprise you not at all to hear that the Tickler is a popcorn snob: organic, oil-popped in a device that stirs the kernels automatically, with butter and nutritional yeast. Nom.
I wish I could say The Girl King was as good as the popcorn. It's a melodrama about Sweden's 17th-century Queen Kristina that should have been in Swedish, but wasn't. Not even fabulous costumes and gay stuff could hold our interest. But the Tickler saved the evening with Janelle Monae's Emotion Picture, which the Tickler had seen but I hadn't. It gave me the excuse I wanted to like her work more.
Sure, there were some cuddles and tickle fights, but I think I disappointed my poor girlfriend by falling asleep relatively early. I'd awoken at 0600 as usual. Moral: schedule dates with her for earlier in the evening.
The Tickler nearly tweaked her back shoveling snow so I'd have a place to park; the snow piles in Oly were much higher than the ones in Seattle ever were. For her back she took some cannabis concentrate that her ex had left behind; I think she took it right around the time I arrived, which was 1900. She said she was still stoned when I left at around 1430 this afternoon. Great stuff.
