I had dinner Saturday night at McCormick & Schmick’s. Highly recommended, although it’s high teens to low twenties per entree. After that fine seafood, the dinner Sunday night at another restaurant was distinctively less tasty.

I saw The Matrix:Reloaded last night–I was prepared by my brother to pay close attention, so I got a lot out of it. It was awesome, but then I like character and metaphysics-driven movies more than anyone I know. I’d meant to see the movie Saturday night, but my brain made me finish the new Harry Potter book I’d started on the plane that morning. I’m still very much a slave to reading–877 pages in one day.

After the movie last night, I walked outside and looked up Pine Street to see police lights flashing. I walked up the street to find three police cars and a paddywagon, and three cars in a post-crash scenario. Why so many police? Apparently the woman who caused the crash was wildly driving and then got out of the car and tried to get away. When someone tried to take her keys from her, she started raving and trying to attack people. the police arrested her, “strapped her to a board” and took her away.

I love the city.

Tangent: when Brad, Mike, Joe, and I were in New York City a couple of years ago, we saw a fourth floor air conditioner fall out of its window and crash onto the sidewalk, narrowly missing hordes of passersby. We could have sworn someone was hit and seriously hurt (the crowd was that thick), but when the dust cleared, no one was lying there. The air conditioner actually bounced and tumbled into the gutter–it had that much ft/sec squared force.