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March 12, 2000 |
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Hmm… When I first started this journal, I never imagined that it would
be a daily thing, and it isn't, but I never really imagined it getting even
remotely close. I figured that I would be able to put up two entries a
week… three, max. I've been averaging more frequently than that. I
figured that I would probably slow down sometime around the end of January,
but enough things were happening so I simply kept writing, and thus this
journal became. I still really don't know how I do it, save some strange
compulsion to tell the world what I'm up to. Not that anyone would really
care; I'm not that egocentric (despite the fact that I"m
Chinese).
When I first put my web page together, my
friend Len referred to me as an
exhibitionist, which I thought was quite laughable at the time. In light
of this journal and past escapades, I suppose that I can't deny it
anymore.
Still, don't be upset if suddenly I feel very exposed and maybe
start to cut back a bit. I don't think it will really happen to me about
my life, but the past weekend is probably a pretty good example when I
won't be writing much.
Now lately, I've gotten a couple of pretty strange
pages. You know… like "beeper" pages. I'm a gadget fanatic and have
an alphanumeric pager, not that I really need it, but I think it is fun and
every once in a while it comes in handy. You can even page me from here, if you're so inclined. As a matter
of fact, some people have pretty recently…
Wassup!!!! (Sent on March 8th@3:40pm)Let me point out that the above is precisely what I see, no more no less. In other words, I don't know who sent the page. When I put the page together I figured that whatever page I got was going to make some sort of sense in context, you know like… "Running late" or the like or that they would be clever enough to sign the message. Yes, I realize how that logic might elude some of you. There's no voice here, no caller-id, give me some leads.
How come you don't have any pics of your girlfriend??? (Sent on March 11th@6:16pm)
To whoever sent the first page, I'm doing perfectly fine. Quite well, actually with the possible exception of getting little sleep. I'd like to send you more details, except that, first, I don't know who you are, second, you can always read my journal.
To whoever sent the second page, here's a picture of Pam. I hope this satisfies your curiosity. I would've posted one earlier, except for a couple of reasons. First, it didn't really cross my mind to take a picture… I don't know why since I often have my camera with me. Second, I wasn't able to sweet talk her into letting me take a picture sooner, of course, there was a good reason for that one. Let's just say that she's a bit …Uhmm, modest.
I spent most of the weekend (starting on Thursday night) with Pam. She called me on Thursday night after kickboxing and talked me into coming over. That pretty much started our weekend. I won't go into the details of the weekend, thus the abbreviated entry. You see… she's a bit timid.
We did have reservations at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse for Sunday Dinner with Len™ for three people at 7pm. It would be myself (naturally), Len (of course), and Pam. Len was picking me up at my place. We would then pick her up at her place and we would head to the restaurant. I figured that an hour total time should be plenty, and it normally would've been, except that we didn't account for the wonderful Seattle traffic, which I believe rates as third worst in the country. I think there might have been a Seattle SuperSonics game on, which accounted for much of the traffic near the Space Needle. I call her a few times from the car to update her on the traffic status, which really wasn't that bad, since we had made cautious estimations for time.
Pam was dressed in a Little Black Dress™, with black stockings. She looked quite stunning. Come to think of it, I think this is the first time I see her wear a skirt or a dress. I greeted her and kissed her hello and asked her if she would mind sitting in the back seat since I was navigating.
We were only a handful of minutes late to the restaurant, despite Seattle's best efforts to smite me. [Ha!] Seattle is one of these wonderful cities with a crazy grid of one-way streets, which makes navigating around the city a particularly fun task. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. What I will complain about is the parking around Seattle, which is so incredibly stupid that it bears mentioning. I think often times when people find a good parking spot, they elect to stay home for a few days or use the other car to preserve the space. It's enough to send most humans curling into a fetal position from the trauma of even undertaking this task. We opted for the valet parking. Trust me, this is a no brainer.
Dinner was exceptional the way it always is here. I had my thirtieth birthday dinner here. It was just as wonderful back then. We each had the Filet (of various sizes), and three sides: mushroom, mashed potatoes, and asparagus, which is, of course, an elitist vegetable. Having both studied Latin, Len and I often joke that the plural of asparagus is naturally, asparagi. I finally looked it up, however, and it the plural of asparagus is actually… asparagus. Should've expected that one.
We briefly looked at the wine list, wondering how much they might charge for wine. There was one bottle that went for $1175 (yes, that's dollars). I'm not making this up. It was described as "Simply the Best". For that price, it better perform sexual favors.
Pam and Len did most of the talking, since I already knew them both. Luckily they didn't happen to exchange any incriminating information about me. [Ha!] She seemed to be fidgeting during a fair part of dinner… maybe she was nervous. Actually, I know precisely what it was; I was trying to distract her with my hand under the table.
Unfortunately, they did exchange opinions about last week's Sunday Dinner with Len™ discussion about food. It seems as though they both happen to think that warm fruit and ketchup on chicken are both viable forms of food.
Weirdos!What else did we discuss? We did go into the discussion of some other important topics, however, since I shared so many of them with you last week, I figured that I might opt to skip a week. If you have any suggestions on things we should discuss, please send me mail.
We also had dessert. Pam and I shared a Cremé Burleé and Len had the fruit. The burleé was exceptional… maybe one of these days I'll figure out how to make it. For now, I'll just stick with cheesecakes, which I am known for.
We finished dinner shortly after. Len drove back to Pam's place. I kissed her goodnight. I told her I'll call her when I got home.
Len described us as moony, which is a term I had not heard before. Hmm…
March 12, 2000