#220 Sun (1/29/23) - dinner at Sun Singer with Ben (and Planet Fitness #9)

 It is Restaurant Week in CU and Sun Singer was having a prix fixe 3 course menu for $42, so Ben and I went for dinner.  I had the lobster nachos and he had the scallops avocado tostadas for starters.   I had the beef medallions with mushroom risotto and he had the lamb chops with pilaf.  Both had braised asparagus.

For dessert, I had the pineapple upside down cake and he had the creme brulee.

We really enjoyed the meal and discussed each dish. We also talked about the movie The Menu and many Wes Anderson films as well. Mentioned Triangle of Sadness, part of the eat the rich trilogy. We are both hooked on the Netflix show Physical 100, a new episode drops Tuesday and he is coming over with some bbq wings for a watch party.

We need to talk about travel for spring break.  (Travel was a big topic with Leo and his friend, they travel constantly apparently. His friend is originally from Singapore, possibly. Yang thinks they must be very rich.)

Its only two days later and I already fell it slipping away, the feeling, the enjoyment, the happiness, just dissolves, it is an ephemeral instant, that I cannot relive, recall.  It made me think of the countless meals and conversations I have had with Mike and now I am hard pressed to recall any of them in detail. I just don't seem to have the fidelity or the recording capacity to retain much of these. I know some of the people I am writing about in here like Bowie Song, will just disappear completely, eventually.  I can already only barely remember him. I think because I cannot visualize things clearly, everything eventually becomes like a memory of listening to a recorded description of the events, a renarrativization by my internal monologue.

(Earlier that evening I went to Planet Fitness and got a good arms workout, tried several new machines, the dip assist and the back extender, the purple chest press machine. Sunday is a good time to go, since there are very few people there, no one around and no waits.  Had some trouble getting reps on the overhead press, had to drop weight to like 40 lbs, for some reason. Same with bicep curls.)

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