Things to Remember.
August 20th, 2005I just came back from my high school reunion. And, while the cruise was intolerably bad, the bar we went to afterward was reasonably good. Tim and Tim and Ryan and Ryan were there.
TJ told me he works at Grendel’s and has recognized me. I should go back on Wednesdays and Saturdays. [That's tomorrow!]
Joe Piccardi nearly fought strangers. After that, I ran into squash all-stars Ryan and Blumberg. Felix drove me home and was a saint about it.
Lindsey and I danced and it was weird and satisfying. Kaplan danced with everyone else and it was funny and awesome.
Joanna and I are going to be better friends; she works to keep the Harvard endowment big. Her boyfriend is nice and works at Legal’s, though I’m sure he doesn’t know Abby or Tracy.
Allie J. emailed to offer me an iron before all this; Senovio, too. I made fun of su novio, and electronically cuddled Allie, misspelling her name and telling her about Ryan “Trini[dad]” and Blumberg, whom I called Dumbledorff, though I’ve never read Harry Potter.
Earlier, I found a mistake in the MTEL example exam for field 09, mathematics and wrote the State and Susannah and Michelle to alert them.
Just now I found some Lay’s potato chips. In all, life is good. I’ll try to ellucidate in the morning. Slack should be back from Nantucket by then, and we’ll drink some and he’ll give me food. Everyone takes care of me. Tim bought me drinks and Kaplan was going to cover my cover, if there was a cover, but there’s not.
And Sarah called from Sydney. And Stevie from Cambridge.
I’m mad at Liz for not coming, but it was her birthday, and I wouldn’t come either.
But still, Lay’s potato chips. Come. On.
