August 4, 2003

  • Well, as you probably guessed, Bruce won't give up that easily.   He called again late afternoon Saturday, making me feel like a regular princess for me, a native, not helping him find his way around the strange, hostile metropolis in search of potential gigs.   Resisting my impulse to say, "Try the Pan Handle," I agreed to hang with him, for strictly practical reasons.  So we drove around.   It was really a blast, actually.   He has a new dark metallic blue high-rise pickup with balloon tires that's barely legal; the raised vantage point feels like cruising around in a slow roller coaster.   I showed him a few districts:  the ones we happened to pass through on the way to Berkeley to track down his old school buddy and catch a concert as a foursome.   He was pretty well behaved, except for a few innuendos here and there.   We grabbed a bite to eat at Doggie Dinner, the old corner place the tourists always have to try with the humongous dachshund overhead.   We both ordered smoked kielbasa on a French roll, and Bruce teased that my bun wasn't split all the way through, "Right there, at the lower edge.  Here, let me tear it open for you so you can fit everything in there."   The local fraternity chapter's putting him up.   He'll be in town a few weeks.


    Soooo, that's about the haps for the past week, super social.  Which goes to show you, "Ask and thou shalt receive."   Now, time to get down and serious about my new job, so I won't get, err, fired.   So far, so rotten.   Today was shit fuck.   Any joe can certainly figure out why they had to HIRE someone on their cheap budget to do the bidding.   The Mrs., who probably hacked through it before, don't miss one thing.   "Everything going okay, Teen?" 


    "Um, hmm."


    "You sure, honey?   You look [like I'm about to tear my HAIR out?!!]......perturbed."


    Oh, I'm fine!  Really, Ms. Foster.  It's just that, well, I used to consider myself a bright person but, thanks to you guys, I realize I'm a big dufus.   Can't even COUNT with the aid of a computer.  Other than that--


    "Here, have a cola.  That ought to wake you up."


    "Thanks!"