Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Breakfast: fresh fruit salad (similar to Sunday, March 28). Updated current students news and calendar. Updated schedules on the Web for Debrah. Link checking. Leftovers for lunch. Discovered that the waitress from yesterday gave us some of the wrong food. Instead of my broccoli beef, I got some other table's spicy tofu leftovers and some thick, thick sauce. Oh, well. Worked on the MS Word electronic form document, gave an early preview to James. There are still a lot of questions about whether we can go all-electronic, so he'll ponder for a bit and we'll talk again. Organized office supplies in the workroom cabinet. Tried out Skype with Rob—it works great! Got a mail shipment from The Gap—my first new clothes in a long time. There was a sale at the end of the season, so I got 2 sweaters, 1 heavy long-sleeve T, and 1 short-sleeve T. Patrick got a short-sleeve T. Joel sent me a thank you card for the knitting book and measuring spoons I got him last month just coz he's the nicest. Dinner at home with Patrick: french fries, baked chicken. Went to the Punch Line Comedy Club (415-596-6448, 444 Battery Street) because Tony got 10 free tickets from a drawing at Embarcadero Theater. Woo! 2 drink minimum ($3 Roy Rogers for me and $5 Hefeweizens for Patrick and we got veggies and dip to munch on for $5.25), but it was worth it—especially since we got in for free. The comics were Steve Mazan, Becky Pedigo, and the headliner was Ngaio Bealum. As with Spanish bullfighters, they start out okay, then the next one is better, and the last one was the best. We didn't realize it, but as Patrick and I walked up to the club, the headliner was loitering out front and whistling some tune I didn't know along with some other guy. Parking was easy as we knew it would be in the Financial District on a school night. We learned this evening the special significance of 4420 West Pico Blvd in Los Angeles. We met Yan Liu (aka oldcat) and Stephen K. (aka sfkid) and Aaron for the first time—all pleasant company. After the show, Tony held his face in his hands—his cheeks hurt from laughing so much, and I felt a lot the same way, too. Thanks, Tony! (He probably doesn't read here, so we'll send him a card later.)