When last we spoke I mentioned having bought plants, and the saga continues with Doc C carefully re-potted all three of my Peace Lillies for me. We'd bought them nice new matching pots and Doc lovingly added some manure to make them feel at home, and then we packed them all in the back of the car to drop off at my office on the way to bowling. At the first sharp corner the largest lily took a dive, knocked over the medium lily and spilled wet manure all over the back of the car. The Doc was not what you might call pleased about this. There may have been some swearing. We carried on, I was sort of reaching around the driver's seat to hold the plant up for the rest of the journey and we surveyed the situation once we got to the office. Fortunately only the large lily had really lost any soil, but it was still an impressive amount. We scooped up as much as we could and packed it back into the pot, so hopefully when I go into work on Wednesday all the plants will be none the worse for their little adventure.
After this skirmish with inanimate flora, we went bowling and I won the first round! It was extremely satisfying, but I lost whatever luck/skill/knack by the next round and came last with a score of less than half of my first one. Ah well, that's how these things happen with me, I find. It would probably help if the bowling alley served alcohol, because I find that after two beers my snooker/pool playing improves tremendously, and I'm pretty sure my bowling would as well.
Then we moved onto watch "The Big Lebowski" which was really fun, the cinema has been bought out by new management and they are really trying to encourage people to eat by putting out tables and chairs instead of rows of seats, and having waitresses come to take orders and get you re-fills whilst you are enjoying the film. One waitress was on rollerskates, which was particularly cool. Somehow I'd never previously seen the whole of "The Big Lebowski", and it was really fun seeing it on a big screen surrounded by fans who were quoting their favourite parts of the script as they came up. Usually I hate talking in cinemas, but that's usually because it indicated the people chatting aren't really watching and that lack of respect for the film itself and for other audience members really bugs me; however, when it's fans clearly loving every moment of a film they love, well, how can you be cross about that? I find it very endearing actually! Or that good will towards all fellow audience members might have been because the cinema was also serving White Russians, and I find those to be a tasty and enjoyable cocktail.