March 07, 2004
A Day of Contrasts
I partied pretty late last night with Gülru, not getting home and to bed until about 2am. Then it was up around 9 for a stretch and to take James to the computer show. And the fucker didn't even buy a computer. I picked up a wireless router for myself, and one for my broken-legged brother (sorry it's not a surprise, bro, but I'd rather that you didn't buy one before I get to give it to you :)).
James then showed me a toy of one of his professors that he's babysitting for the week.
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| James pointing out the hypnotic driver's seat display |
It's a Toyota Prius, a hybrid car with an electric engine as well as a teeny tiny inline 4. It's surprisingly peppy (though I have never ridden in a hybrid before, and was probably just assuming that acceleration would be weak). I definitely think my next (non-motorcycle) automobile will be something like this. Just when I was getting the hang of maintenance on a petrol engine...
After dropping James off and heading on my merry way home, I had to make a mad rush to clean and make the apartment somewhat presentable for my date for the evening. In the end, I only managed to clear out a 3.5 foot tall mountain of cans, empty milk cartons and orange juice flasks, mumbling an apology about how messy the place was when she arrived.
We hit up the Symphony, the piece tonight was Beethoven's Missa Solemnis, a choral work written late in Ludwig van's life (when he was suffering from lead poisoning, or maybe syphillis).
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| The after-party |
After the concert, we were invited belowdecks to the after-party. Apparently, when one's date knows many members of the Glee Club (who made up the chorus for tonight's piece), it can have a positive influence on getting entrance to such events.
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| What the hell? |
While we were walking out of the after-party, we came across this plaque, surrounded on both sides by American flags. I think a stranger summed it up best when he walked up to us in mid picture-taking, and said, "I'm trying to figure out if this is a joke or not." It does seem like the kind of quote that belongs in that Bushisms calendar. Perhaps it is some administrator's way of paying homage and making fun at the same time...
We polished off the evening with some coffee and cake at the Coffee Pavillion (see earlier). The coffee pavillion (and by extension the Bull & Bear next door) now has free wi-fi. I think I might start to become a coffee hound again in lieu of alcohol.
Somehow I managed to leave my poor date laughing a lot, again. Either my storytelling abilities have improved dramatically, or she just has a really fragile funny bone. The trouble is, what do I do once my repertoire of inane stories is depleted? Wait and see, I guess...
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by reid
on October 01, 2007
by reid
on July 17, 2005
You start telling her stories about how much of a fucktard I am. works pretty well, that should give you another month of material. and if you're not dating her by then, I'm sorry but I'm moving in on you. all's fair in love and war. it appears dating is in both categories for me.
Posted by: Saiph on March 7, 2004 09:01 PM