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March 26, 2000 |
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Pam got out of bed at around 2am or so to bake
cookies. No kidding! They were Nestle Chocolate Chip Cookies if
I remember correctly and they took about three to four minutes longer than
she anticipated. What do I know about chocolate chip cookies? Very
little… so I wasn't about to question her experience in baking
cookies.
Pam and I woke up about 10am or so. This is one of
the first times I remember waking up in the morning, since I'm such a night
person. I did remember to disconnect the battery from the charger at the
right time, not that it would've made much of a difference, since the
charger goes into "trickle" charge mode. I'm normally pretty careful about
following directions. I wore gloves when carrying the battery and charged
it in a well ventilated place. I didn't however wear goggles or safety
glasses, which was a thought that lingered in the back of my mind while I
was doing all this. There's acid in a car battery (thus the term
battery acid) and that stuff getting into my eyes would surely
ruin my day.
You know what else? We missed the implosion of the Kingdome at 8:30am; we
slept right through it. Not that I cared that much about watching a
building implode, but the Kingdome did carry some pretty vivid memories
with me. I remember baseball games, car shows, meetings, etc. All there,
always with friends. It's not so much that there's anything significant
about the Kingdome itself, because there really isn't. It's just that it
will no longer serve as a reminder of these times with friends. Like
little mementos we keep, just that this one is a landmark. Maybe it'll
mean that I won't think of my friends as frequently as I used to, and that
makes me a little sad.
I did eventually install the battery back into Pam's
car. Well, we did our share of frolicking before we really considered
doing much of anything else. So it must've been about 2pm or so before we
decided to take care of the car. It only took about ten minutes to install
the battery. When connecting the battery terminals, I realized that some
alarm systems will interpret a reconnection of the battery as an attempt to
steal the car, so it will sound the alarm; I asked her to be prepared to
turn it off immediately. It didn't happen and installing the battery was
uneventful… so was starting the car. It started on the first try.
Knock on wood! [Pam, I thumb my nose
at your sketicism!]
Afterwards, we baked more cookies; though I remembered the four minutes of
additional time. We surfed the web for a little while. I talked to her
mom for a little while, who seemed particularly inquisitive about what we
had been doing. Of course, I divulged little information. I had the one
coconut macaroon that she had gotten for me, since she knows that I'm very
fond of coconut. [Isn't she a sweetheart?] I stayed at Pam's until about 5pm; I normally do dinner with my friend,
Len on Sunday.
And of course, then there's Sunday Dinner with Len™. It was about 6:30pm when I called him, and he was just about to finish reading a short story. He said he would be over in about fifteen minutes. We continue our tradition of not knowing precisely where we would be having dinner until the moment when we actually go. Tonight we would be going to The Outback for dinner.
We decided to skip appetizers… good thing too, since I had my eye set on the rib eye. When the waiter listed the specials they had a 20 oz. rib eye on the menu… Cool! That's what I ordered; this, of course, was met with slight look of disapproval and a raised eyebrow from Len. I've had little to eat today; I'm hungry. The waiter had worked in the kitchen before and mentioned that we could get mashed potatoes for a side, despite the fact that it isn't listed in the menu. We both happily agree to have that instead.
We both ordered salads as well. Therre are a few ongoing dinner debates that Len and I always seem to have; one of them is centered around salads. Len is one of these folks, who will pick up the pepper and season his salad with it… before he tastes it. Naturally, my argument is, "how do you know the salad is not seasoned properly?" We then get into debates of probability and reliability. "The salad is routinely not seasoned to taste." or "The salad in thie restaurant never seasoned to taste." I think it is more of a habit for Len than anything else, although I doubt he'll ever admit it.
This leads into one of the little games that we play. When we go to a restaurant where he orders a salad, I try to take the pepper shaker and hide it… just enough to slow the wanton seasoning of his salad. Keep in mind that he is normally sitting across the table from me and normally doesn't leave the table until after dinner, so the trick is to somehow take the pepper shaker from the surface of the table without his noticing. What happens to work particularly well is misdirection; somehow manage to attract attention to something else while whisking away the target shaker from the table and putting it on the next chair or the booth. In this case, I happen to look through the menu again to enumerate the desserts and when he first looked down upon the menu, I managed to grab the offending shaker and put it down.
As it so happens, he didn't end up peppering his salad before tasting it, so all that sneaking around was done for naught. There's still keeping up the practice of being a little shifty, which naturally appeals to me.
The mashed potatoes were very good. Credits to the waiter. The rib eye was big as well as delicious. I probably should've ordered it a little more well done, since it was a tad chewy due to the rareness. I cut off a small chunk and gave it to Len, who was having the Alice Springs chicken. [You can have zhe chicken…] I pondered the use of the horseradish on rib eye or prime rib. They seem to serve it together an awful lot, which I've found a bit curious since I really don't see how the horseradish brings out the taste of the beef. Naturally, I try it again, simply to see if there's anything that I've missed so many times in the past. Nope.
I ended up getting dessert as well. Did I mention I was hungry? I got the Sydney's Sinful Sunday. Len had a little of that as well, just enough to taste. He had his routine smoke immediately after dinner; he dropped me off shortly after that.
I was chatting with Pam shortly after dinner. We got into a bit of a strange conversation. She was watching the tail end of the Oscars and it intriged me enough to watch. I liked the fact that Kevin Spacey got the Best Leading Actor. I know that many people will swear by other leading men, but the one thing about Kevin Spacey is that he's got range. He plays protagonist, anagonist, villain, hero, sidekick… anything and does it well. That's why I like him. Picture actors like Clint Eastwood, not to take anything away from his classic roles, but how many movies do you see him without a gun and/or a fist fight?
Oh, yes… our conversation, we were talking about which celebrities we would do. Yep, you got it, which celebrities we would have sex with. I suppose that enumerating actresses for me and actors for her would be pretty easy, so we had to do a little twisting of that concept. The conversation eventually drifted to with which celebrity couples we would have a foursome. I cannot make this up. We both agreed that among the top of the list (for both the men and the woman) would have to be John Stamos and Rebecca Romijn-Stamos. The next categories were a little weird, the couple I chose primarily because of the man is Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman. And finally, the couple she chose primarily because of the woman is David Duchovni and Téa Leoni. Of course, this is assuming that we could ever hope to get a celebrity couple into bed, which would be very weird. I'm sure I'd get bombarded with questions about how Ethan was as a lover. Perish the thought.
There you go, much more than you ever wanted to know about our taste in sex partners. Laugh it off.
March 26, 2000