Saw Spiderman last night with Leianne and Sue, it wasn't too bad. I did like the fact that the chick who, after going with the popular abusive guy and the rich asshole guy gets snubbed by the geeky guy in the end. Fitting! (yea, I know he did it to protect her but still, it was cool).

Now I'm safely home alone with music playing and a pile of bills and whatnot to put into quicken. I have no idea how much money I've got nor which bills have been paid. PG&E has threatened to turn off my power on the 15th if I don't pay. Oops, I should pay that one.

Interesting things can be learned by punching in four months worth of credit card statements in one sitting. I've learned that you can track my motorcycle rides by the gas stops: Saratoga and Santa Cruz for the Hwy 9 runs, Stockton (twice) for the trip to and from the cabin, Madeira for my aunt's funeral. I've also learned that I only go out to two types of restaurants, either sushi or Chevy's. That's it for four months. I've tried 6 different sushi places, but only one Chevy's (north Fremont). Useless info, but interesting.

Speaking of useless, I took some pictures before throwing out crap that's been lying around. Here are the fishing licenses we used in Alaska in '92: mine and K2's. Also, here is the postcard Jo sent me from Australia. Front, back, and a closeup of the stamp. Yes, I do have a lot of time on my hands. :)

The R1 is arguably the best liter-class super-sport bike in the world, capable of amazing feats of speed, handling and braking; It's a true race bike with a license plate. What am I doing with it? Carving canyons on Hwy 9? Running hot laps at Laguna Seca? Racing at Sears Point? Nope, I'm using it to run errands in downtown Milpitas, doing 25mph following a minivan. I am weird. I did pick up the eye drops the doctor wants me to start practicing with.

After my ride I went to visit Sue, we chatted for a long while then watched some discovery channel. She even fed me left over Chinese food which was handy as I didn't have anything to eat at my place other than the cereal I got this morning.

Whoa! I've met 4 more neighbors today. I was walking back from the mailbox and there was a chick (who's name is Sue) cleaning out her patio. I said hello, we talked for a bit and then toured each other's places (her unit is the same as mine but she's spent big dollars fixing it up: tile, new carpet, paint, hard wood, etc). Mine is a dump compared to hers, and she has furniture too. While leaving my unit we saw people across the way (Amy, Tom and their 3 year old Megan) and we went over to say hi. They're nice yuppie people (complete with BMW). Then Tom was all hip to show us how to remove the windows so we could clean them and we did... well, one anyway. It's more work that it's worth. After cleaning the window we ran into Jarrod and um, his Indian girlfriend who's name I can't remember. He's a big kayak guy and invited us along on a 12 boat day trip at some reservoir (you can't take newbies to the ocean). That's a lot of meeting people. Sue said I'm so brave to just go up and say hi to people. Me? Brave? She's nuts. She does work for Intel (senior process engineer, whatever that is, it's just on her card, she didn't explain). We're all so valley it's funny. Sue, myself and the Indian chick were all wearing two-way pagers even though it's Saturday and we're working around the house. Amy, up and coming soccer mom that she is, still used phrases like "download" (when talking about how little kids just dump info on you when they talk) and "not exactly a tier one supplier" when talking about how smart someone was. Also it was interesting to learn that we had some real white trash renting a unit down the street but they moved out a few months before I moved in. They were smoking crack in the street, the guy beat his wife, the kids ran around screaming, etc, etc. Glad I missed it.

So before the social fest, I played golf with dad as planned. We had a guy join our group which was OK, he was a good player and a good sport too (rare these days). I was doing pretty well with dad's 3 wood, just like I was doing well with Ed's 3 wood on Wednesday. Something is telling me I need to go get a 3 wood of my very own. I have dad's old Olimar woods, but they're so damn hard to hit as they're old and have the tiny little heads on them. Now a days everything is over-sized titanium with graphite shafts. I'm not a fan of the graphite (although dad has the 'firm flex' model so it's not too much like a buggy whip) but those over-sized Ti heads really give you a lot of feel and control. Good god I sound like a golf weenie.

After 18 holes we went to zoom cycle and I got the rest of my motocross gear. Pants, jersey, knee & shin guards, elbow & forearm guards, chest and back armor and real off-road boots. I already had a good helmet and gloves but now I'm 100% correctly outfitted. I look like one of those guys on Road Warrior with all of this armor on (I of course had to get all silver and black).

Now I'm going to go down and finish working on the BMW (took it apart to find the oil leak I created when changing the oil, I didn't torque down the upper reserve drain bolt at all, it was completely loose, not even finger tight) and wait for Leianne to show up after her day of boating. We're going to do dinner or a movie or something and I've invited Sue to go along as well since she never gets out apparently. It's good to have friends! That's what I'm learning. Your job is just a job, your house is just a house, your car is just a car, but friends are what makes life worth living.

Oh, and speaking of cars, I went and looked at Land Rovers, a supercharged Nissa Xterra and the new Jeep Liberty. Dad liked the rover (figures), I liked the Jeep's dash and the Xterra's engine. The rover was cool, but I can't get over that gas mileage nor repair bills. Fortunately nothing turned my crank as much as getting the Montero back. I do love that POS for some reason I don't understand. I worry that Jimmy will really want to trade...

The R1 just has a smell about it after it runs, sorta like new car smell... this melting plastic sorta odor. It's not offensive, but you can tell it's been run when it's sitting in the garage. I took it out tonight for a little spin to keep the battery fresh and get it up over 600 miles (out of break-in). It still seems fast.

I was trading some email with Krista again today and it just further irritated me. She refuses to admit that it's easier for her to meet people because she's a cute girl and not a guy. She says I'm just not open to meeting people, that I'm still to unapproachable. I think that's crap because in Cancun I had zero problem talking to people, being social, etc. The difference was that there were single people in Cancun (and cute girls too) vs. here where it's all married people (and ugly ass nasty chicks). It's a lost cause trying to reason with her, she refuses to see any side of the story but hers.

I had lunch with Larklyn today and got the stripper's contact info. I'm hoping I can convince her to come to the bay area to be my 'date' at Joe's BBQ. That would make me a hero in the eyes of the guys in the department. How cool would that be?

Gotta go to bed now, I need to be at dad's at 5:30am... we've got a 6:15am tee time.

Yesterday Ed took me along on a vendor golf trip because Joe couldn't make it away from the office. We played at Boulder Ridge, a sub-one year old private course out toward Almaden. It was really, really tough, I think the toughest course I've played to date. Apparently memberships are still available for $150,000 plus $7,000/year after the first. It was a nice course, but not that nice.

After the game we went over to Joe's house (with the vendor) and he showed us the extra 2000+ sq. ft. he's added to the place and the extra 4 car detached garage as well as the landscaping, car park, etc, etc. I was all very expensive I'm sure, but lacked a quality about it. Like they just took a bunch of nice stuff and jammed it in one big pile. The whole was less than the sum of the parts. After a while he started mixing drinks. He gave me a rum and coke that had 10 oz of rum and 6 oz of coke (he only had one coke but two bottles of rum). I drank 1.5 of those drinks and was totally spaced. Ed was driving so he took me home and I about collapsed (I did manage to type that journal entry though.... big whoop). Leianne stopped by to make sure I was doing OK and she made sure I got to bed. This was the most I've ever drank and I really didn't like what it did to me. It did get me in good with the VP which is what I really wanted anyway. Work may have to start thinking layoffs soon so I want to be on his good side.

Jimmy (the network Skippy) wants my Montero. He wants me to give him $1500 plus the Montero and he'll give me his 2000 CBR929RR. It's a great deal for me, I can trade the bike in on another car and recoup all of my money out of the Montero. This only leaves two problems that I can see. 1. I don't want a newer car (I've tried to look and get excited but it's not working) and 2. I really like the Montero. Hopefully he won't actually go through with the deal after he gets a close up look at the Montero...

I hit the gym for a little bit after work today to make up for missing yesterday. It felt good to work out, even with my nose/sinuses all screwed up from last night. I'll go to bed early tonight and get to the gym tomorrow morning per the usual schedule. I'm going to move the fancy shower head from what was Krista's bathroom into mine. It should make it easier to clean the tub (it's got one of those hose thingies).

I'm a little worried about Vareck too. He's running into trouble over in Spain and I don't know what he's going to do for a job yet. I'm not sure why that worries me and not him but it does. I guess because he's living life on what I perceive to be the edge and I'm curious to see how it all works out.

OK, that's scary. I just popped over to the yahoo! personals and there are some cute chicks on there that actually sound intelligent. One even rides a motorcycle. That's not the scary part. The scary part is that I don't even want to both responding to the ads. By now they've already received 10000 responses from the one-liner idiots as to be turned off by the whole thing... am I loosing my faith in the whole process? (yea, I'm being sarcastic).

I think our VP got me drunk.

Argh, culture shock (again)! It's hard to come back to the bay area. Now that I've been some where that there are a lot of attractive euro-style people it's really apparent that the bay area is full of stupid, fat, ugly ass Indian people with some dumb-ass FOB types thrown into the mix. Maybe I need to move to where my people live. I saw more English (or French) speaking people in Mexico than I have today around town. Maybe Vareck has the right idea? There is just so much more to life than hanging around a stupid cubical! Now I understand why people like to travel.

I went by the eye doctor again for another checkup, my eyes are mostly the same. He's not worried, but I didn't like the fact that they're changing between tests. Not enough to matter though apparently... still a little freaky when we're talking about lasering them to a 'good guess' as to what they should be.

I'm going to get the Montero smoged at 2pm, then I'll come back here and hopefully do laundry and pound out all of the journal entries that I wrote down (in outline form) during the trip.

The Montero passed smog OK, but the clutch is slipping now. No idea how that happened, apparently it didn't like being parked for a week...? It's under warranty so I'll take it back in and drop it off and see what they say.

I thought something was 'wrong' with the house and I was right. The bed was made, the closet doors in the bedroom were closed and the shower controls were not where I left them. Leianne stayed over one night apparently and did some cleaning while she was here. Oh. Wonder why? I forgot to ask, I should do that at dinner tonight (we're supposed to go so I can fill her in on all the stories).

Speaking of stories...

Trip Day 1

The flight out was very smooth and no baggage got lost. Socializing started right away meeting people on the bus ride from the airport. By dinner I was talking and socializing and having fun. After dinner I met Lydia. (who looks like she only has one leg in that picture). She's a real live Vegas stripper and no, the boobs are not real. She took me under her wing and started dragging me around making sure I had a good time. We left the bar at some point and ended up with 4 other women in some guys room who had a mini bar set up. I had a "red bull and vodka" which was weird but OK. I bailed on the party early because I had to go to the ruins tour the next day leaving at 7am. The highlight of the evening I think was during the show (they have a show every night after dinner) I made some cool jokes (about interpretive dance) that really got everyone laughing. There was one weird scene in the show that sorta looked like a bondage thing and Lydia asked what was going on (since I was the interpreter). I said something about the "subjugation of the women" (ya know, from Conan which went over very well (she's highly educated as well so you can use them there fancy words).

Trip Day 2

I made it to the tour on time and the multi-hour bus ride gave me a chance to sleep. We stopped at some dinky gas market for a pee break and to get water. That's where that motorcycle photo comes from. The ruins were cool and they let you go pretty much anywhere you want, including climbing up the pyramid thing in the middle (which I just had to do. After the ruins we stopped at a tourist trap to look at crap and then another short stop in some city to wander around and just get off the bus. Larklyn, Dan and myself wandered to a cafe and I actually got to use some Spanish; I asked how much each object was and correctly identified the numbers she said back. 10 pesos for the soda, 21 pesos for the water. I was impressed even if no one else was. During lunch I met Ingrid and Anne. Ingrid was a cute little thing who was in law school, and Anne was a 'big girl' but fun to talk to, she was a doctor. Both were traveling together from New York.

The gym wasn't bad, I checked it out and got a little workout in. I got a little depressed that night before dinner, not sure why. Watching Friends (with Spanish subtitles) seemed to cheer me up. At dinner I got recruited to do this games event. You basically broke into teams, did all sorts of stupid events, ran around screaming and won prizes. We didn't win squat. While at dinner I met Suzanne who is a French Canadian. She was wearing this snake skin looking pants that were way too tight and showed off her butt way too well. :)

After dinner and the games (yes, you run really late into the night here, like 4am) I met back up with Lydia and we started partying. She was having fun pushing my limits and got me doing kamikaze shots, rum shots (not sure those are 'real' shots but someone had a bottle she got a hold of and she was feeding it to me as shots) and drinking my usual captain's and coke. Later on we ended up at the disco and at some point she took me into the darkened walkway outside and got me to do a few hits of cocaine. It wasn't that nifty of a sensation and my sinuses were whacked for days, but at that point I was doing most everything she said.... I was mesmerized by the bouncing boobies, or something. She also put some on my gums which makes them get all numb. I totally didn't get that but apparently it's one of the things people do. Eventually the disco closed and we all went home.

Trip Day 3

I woke up at 8am (6am Pacific time) with no hangover. Stupid body clock, I don't have to go to the gym, let me sleep! Just going to breakfast I had to stop and talk to four different people. How the hell did I meet so many people in just a few days? I didn't know I was so popular. I ran into Deano (who is the golf pro at the Club Med in Florida and just vacationing at this Club) who was on his way to go sailing and I went along. He showed me how to control the 14' hobbies they have there and I managed not to crash into anything or anyone (there were lots of power boats I could have hit). (just as an aside, yes, I did have a Pepsi, my first in 7+ years). We were getting ready to leave the sailing place and two cute girls came up wanting a lesson. I didn't know that at the time and they went out with Pascal, this chick that Deano had a thing for. As we walked to lunch, Deano said that I should have taken the chicks out sailing while he stayed on the dock with Pascal and made his move. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that earlier!?!" I asked. He said "because it was 2:10pm and I was getting hungry. There will always be more chicks". I gave him crap the rest of the trip about that. Stupid 2:10pm, like that's a reason NOT to go sailing with two cute chicks!

After lunch (which was not worth missing the chicks for, I don't care what he says) I went to go read in a hammock (and nap). I also swam some laps and went to check email. Later, closer to dinner I got all depressed again and again, I don't know why. It seems like I got depressed right around dinner time every day. After dinner I still wasn't doing that well but I went to the bar anyway. There was this drunk blond chick that reminded me of Krista and it bummed me out further. I went home at this point.

Trip day 4

For someone who doesn't give a crap about baseball, I seem to be going a lot. I got tickets for a luxury suite at the Giants game on Friday so I took Leianne again. She's getting such a good deal with me not having a girlfriend to do all this crap with. Anyway, I took more pictures and just put them in with the other pictures I took last time (here) since they're all of the same thing. I took pictures of the last seats as seen from the box and oddly enough you can see the box in the background of one of the pictures I took from the other seats. Interesting. I also tried to take pictures of the fireworks show and of the stadium after they turned the lights out. Neither worked too well. I might be able to clean up one of those nighttime palm tree shots into something good with Photoshop.

I played 9 holes of golf today with dad for father's day (early obviously since I'm going to be gone) and am now at home packing, or working on packing. I need to get to sleep around 9pm to get up and moving at 2am. I still need to hit the bank and find a copy of Snow crash which numerous people have said I should read (I thin Kenny liked this book as well).

Golf was good this morning. I got 3 yellow balls and that helped. People laugh at the yellow, but I don't loose them so easily. I got a birdie on hole #2, tee shot was within 2' of the pin and and dropped it in. I was happy. I would say that I found the good thing for today.

Yesterday was the big trial, I had to go in to the eye zapper and have the pre-tests. I was freaked out. I didn't pass out but came very close, they had to lie me down for a while until I regained my color and ability to speak. The whole eye touching thing did me in. Mostly it was the eye lid part, once they numbed me up and I managed to stop freaking out a little they managed to poke me a couple of times. I have no idea how I'm going to deal with the surgery. I booked it anyway, for July 11th. I'll take the 12th off as well to recover.

Leaving in two days, I best start packing for real.

Mission accomplished. I went by the luggage store and bought a suitcase for the trip. There was a huge range from cheap crap to really nice stuff. I went with one step above cheap, we'll see how it holds up.

I also finally got to see the new Star Wars movie. I liked it, a lot actually. It fills in a lot of holes and it was funny to see Owen and Breu as youngsters. I wanted to see young Vader whack the crap out of more of the sand people but they cut it. Probably too violent for the kiddies.

I can't believe I'm still up. I've got no gym plans tomorrow so I'll ride the bike in. Have to take the Yamaha because the BMW is still messy with oil. When Don was up he sat on the R1 and hit the garage wall with the tail. There is a 2mm circle of paint missing where he rubbed it down to the (black) plastic. So much for a perfect condition bike. :(

Vareck is right about Leianne, she does sorta like me. It's making me a little worried too. Tonight she didn't want to go home, she wanted to come in and have sex. I wasn't in the mood... mostly because I'm remembering how great it was with Krista. Sigh. Leianne was talking to one of her sisters tonight and was telling her how far I've come in my 'training' (I've got her saying that now too). Her sister was amazed and wanted to go out when next she's in town. Leianne says that she's never shared a man with either of her sisters, but anything is possible. I could deal with that.

I also picked up some books at the store today to take on the trip. One on management, one on leadership, a SF anthology and Best of the Man-Kzin Wars. Two are mindless crap, and then there is the fiction. :)

Something is wrong... I've fumbled four times today. I fell while getting onto the back extension machine at the gym, dropped a 85lb curling bar (fortunately I had it centered over the holder so it didn't crush my feet), missed the 'bar' on the door to make it open and smacked my head on the door since it didn't open while going out into the lobby and launched a beverage cup over my shoulder when I picked it off the upside-down stack next to the soda machine and couldn't manage to hang on to it. I was also very weak at the gym as well, Phil could out bench me easily enough and could almost curl what I could. He only did 90lbs on the tricep extension and I was doing 180lbs so that was good, but other times I could hardly stand. Dehydration?

PG&E says that I didn't pay my bill last month. My records confirm that... I didn't even receive a bill according to the chart I put all that stuff into. Oops.

Last night we went out dancing with Rob and Angie (since he called, which I think I already put in here) at the Back Beat. Rob knew the band; they play mostly 80s stuff. I managed to recognize pretty much all the songs, and could sing a surprising number of them. I had modified some of those new ear plugs I got at the gun show and you couldn't really see that I was wearing them and they where really comfortable as well. I walked out of there with my hearing intact. They're only 30db worth of reduction vs. the 33db I usually use, but these 30db models let more mid-range sound through so I can hear people talking. The crowd was a lot older than the other clubs, most looked to be late 30's early 40's (and up). No cute chicks at all, quite a let down in that department.

Today was a total lazy day. Leianne stayed over again last night and today we mostly just lounged around the house, slept and watched TV (we ended up watching a special on roller coasters and part of two golf tournaments). We were going to go see Star Wars, but that got canceled when I had to go to work to help Jim out with one of the 6800s that died. Something caused three of the power supplies in the main unit to trip off which brings down the whole system. After that was back running I had to go to my parents to fix dad's computer which he screwed up trying to install that camera software on. I got home just before I started typing this and since it's late it's time to go to sleep so I can get up and hit the gym tomorrow. I like doing that.

This time next week I'll be in Cancun. I need to start a countdown clock.

Gun show this weekend, I think I'll go even if Don doesn't manage to come up. Either that or I'll go to the sleazy gun range and buy something. I'm just sorta in the mood, and I should take advantage of it. Worst case I want to get another pocket knife, I currently have no backup.

Last night Leianne came over and we went to listen to Paul's band play in Mountain View. She liked the music and there were a half dozen cute chicks for me to look at. Afterward we came back here and since it was late she fell asleep on the couch. At some point we went upstairs and later on sex occurred. We're both sorta worried that it's going to screw things up... it just has to somehow. Who knows, it could work out OK. Neither of us wants a relationship I'm pretty sure of that (at least I know I don't).

Don stopped by and we hit the gun show. It was pretty weak, not a lot of guns to speak of. I got some ear plugs, 500 rounds of .357mag, a new style Spyderco Delica (1/2 serrated blade, all I could find) and some .357mag, .45 and .357sig CorBon ammo. The Spyderco knives have changed just a little style wise and while I like the style changes, I don't know if I like the notch they put in the release handle. I'm sure it's there for some reason, they typically don't make changes to the knifes function-wise unless there is a reason.

I also managed to change the oil in the BMW... for the first and last time. What a mess! You've got to drain oil out of 3 places (crank case, oil tank and oil filter) and two of them cause oil to puke out all over the bike. The manual says to put rags down to catch all the spilled oil. I also puked about 300ml of clean oil all over the side of the bike (on the painted plastic) because I filled the tank too fast. Doh! It might just be worth the $125 BMW wants to charge. At least now I know what's involved.

Rob called me (guy from work) and invited me out with him and his woman to go dancing. This is very cool, I must be acting more friendly and personable as people are actually inviting me places. Being social can be fun.

Couple of images from the camera. The bike in the middle of the oil change and the Britney poster from the other night. Notice how much had to come off just to get one one of the oil change places. Ugh.

Golf this morning sucked, I'm too sore from working out it seems and my wrists and elbows are popping. Getting old. I did get to Fry's today and picked up two 256mb CF cards cheap.

Today I felt very much a manager. We sat down as a group and hashed out issues surrounding staffing... they want to bring one of the junior NT guys into our group as he wants to do unix instead. That's a good idea, but I only have an open position for a senior guy. It took 2 hours but we found a way to fill the senior position, bring the junior guy in and retain the contractor we need, and managed to pitch it to Ed (and get his approval). It was a fun exercise and I really should write more about it but I'm just not in a journaling mood.

Crap, crap, crap. Bad day today in general and I can't think of one good thing that's happened at all yet. I'm getting my hair cut, that doesn't seem like a real 'good thing' but it might be all I've got.

Pauline (Rod's wife) says that I made a bad first impression with her, she didn't think I was friendly at all. I thought I was getting better about that but apparently not. Crap, crap, crap.

Good thing for the day (not sure if it counts because it's actually scheduled two weeks out) so far has been that I'm going to a birthday party on the 14th. One of Leianne's friends is having a bash at some dance club in San Jose. Since I can now dance and whatnot I got invited along. Sweet, I'm being social. Better check my water supply, I think the world is ending soon. :)

My right ear is still ringing. Can't tell if it's from Saturday night or from yesterday. I kept my ear plugs in most of the time last night so it might just be some residual. I dunno why but I do remember that it took a few days to settle down after the box set concert too. My ears are funky.

I'm feeling very tired today. I woke up late (I reset the alarm, I was finally sleeping so I figured I should take advantage of it) and missed going to the gym. I'll go tonight after work, although I'm still really tired. Still looking for my 'good thing' for the day. It's hard to be positive when you're tired.

Awesome workout tonight. I pushed it a little in every area and performed well. I think the 'good thing' for today was talking to some of the guys in the gym. There are a bunch of no-neck type guys and I chatted with them a bit on the tricep pushdown machine. They were impressed I could do 180lbs, and even more impressed when the learned I only weigh 154lbs. In the locker room one of the big black guys came in and said hey. We talked about eating patterns, etc and at the end I said "take it easy" as I left. He said "have a good one little brother". How cool, something about being excepted into the lifter community was very gratifying.

There is zero food here (I'm eating protein bars right now as it's all that's left) so I had best go.... um... the only fast food local is McDonald's. Chicken sandwich I suppose. At least I can walk there.

I want to sleep more, I really do, but I can't bring myself to sit there in bed anymore. 5 hours of sleep is enough I guess.

So after I dropped Leianne off from the baseball game I had a few hours before I had to pick her up again so I tried to make the most of it. I went to the driving range and hit a small bucket of balls (did fairly well, accurate but not long for some reason) and then took the Suzuki out for a quick spin. The McCarthy ranch is a huge Cisco owned business park about a mile away and behind it is the (still working) McCarthy ranch which grows, um, something. Anyway, they have dirt roads so I took the bike on those and zoomed around a little before I got afraid of the farmers and left. Good little run though just to make sure the battery is still charged up.

After the ride I got cleaned up and dressed for the evening. I went and got Leianne again and met up with Rod and Pauline and we all went to "The Palace", this dance club in Sunnyvale. I only put one ear plug in so my left ear is fine, my right is still ringing. That's bad. Anyway, we danced around for a good number of hours and I learned an important lesson. Dancing is just like foreplay to chicks. After a while of bouncing around Leianne and I started to get more and more suggestive and there was more and more contact. I started using the exact same touches, looks, moves, etc that I would use for sex. She totally dug it and said "you'll have no trouble scoring in Cancun!". I was ON I tell ya, I could have had any woman in the place. At one point I was dancing between Leianne and some blond chick. The unknown chick and I had our butts together for a long, long time wiggling and touching each other until her guy got sorta cranky and split us up. Bummer. So after my little episode Leianne was totally turned on, making little moaning noises, moving 'that way', running her hands over me, etc. She asked if it would screw things up if she kissed me. We didn't end up doing anything until later... a minor 'make out' session. Fun, but meaningless. She thought so too. Whew, didn't want to screw that whole situation up (but on the other hand I didn't want all my work to go to waste!). I feel pretty good about the whole thing this morning, we'll see how she feels about it. It didn't seem that awkward or anything. Dad can never find out, he still thinks we should go out, he doesn't get it.

The have a web page, but it sucks so I'll just steal the image from their page and put it here. I should also mention that this is right next to Tarragon where Michelle works. Standing in line to get in, I was able to look in the window of the restaurant and yep, Michelle was in there. I had to hide, I didn't want her to see me, that would just suck.

I had some sort of weird dream, actually parts of the same dream I had a few nights ago. I was with some guy and we were traveling through Mexico, or what appeared to be Mexico. We had a lot of trouble moving these large carts around that held wooden crates on them which held all our gear. We went into an open-air market of sorts (selling pre-packed goods, not native stuff) and there was a swarm of mosquitoes around the shelves I needed and I ended up in the infirmary where the ticket lady checked us onto the ferry that took us back home. Weird.

Because I'm the manager I got the life-sized Britney poster. It's pretty damn funny. Dawn (the HDS rep) got us each a t-shirt too. I'm putting my stuff up in my cube, I need a little ridicule now and again. The concert itself was only OK, not super spiffy. There were lots of explosions and lasers and she does have this really cool circular waterfall thingy they fly through on a mobile platform for the finale, but the sound was really off. Even without the ear plugs I couldn't understand much. I did recognize 3 songs, "oops" and "lucky" and "no longer a girl, not quite a woman". She did a remake of "I like rock and roll" by Joan Jet that the adults got to sing along with. Oh, and I was correct. There were some really hot 20-something chicks there, along with a lot of jail bait. :) In our booth was a guy from William-Sonoma, Jason from IAS' boss (we went to the game yesterday with Jason) and a chick that we never found out who she was. She left alone too, without any of the kids so she must have been a vendor rather than a client...?

Yet another month rolls by. Pretty damn scary, we're almost half way through 2002 and half way through the summer already.

Today Leianne and I went to a Giants game at Pacific Bell Park and the Giants lost. I didn't care really, I just went because we were going with a vendor and it would be a fun time. Lots of the guys from work were there. We met at Mo Mo's before the game (which I forgot to take a picture of) and then went into the stadium. There were two chicks there hitting on the whole group practically, but they really wanted Jason, the integrator guy from IAS. They wanted to know if his wedding ring was real or just a trick to get women. He was flattered, but embarrassed. He's an ex-baseball player himself so it's only fitting that chicks at the stadium would naturally be attracted to him. My 'good thing' for the day must have been that we were in the shade. Although it was freezing cold (notice how foggy it is in most of the pictures) it was better than being cold AND being cooked by the sun.

My parents called, the truck broke down again. They want me to go up to the cabin tomorrow and pick them up. That sucks, 5+ hours of the day shot going up there and the truck is toast. I'll try not to focus on the bad parts.

Tonight we're supposed to go out dancing or whatever. I can't stay out too late.... I have to be up early-ish to go get the parents and make it back in time to see Britney!