Saturday, May 8, 2004
Haircut at home. Shower. Weight training workout. Made cinnamon french toast. Washed dishes. Cleaned the range and oven. Threw out an unopened bag of flour which Patrick had left in the fridge. It said "Purchase By Sept 2002." Lunch: pork wontons with ramen, spinach, egg, and baby bok choy. Nap. Peggy's 50th birthday party was a lot of fun. I thought about bringing some wine, but since Peggy knows her wines (she was the wine buyer at Stars) and I don't, I thought that would be embarrassingly disastrous. So beforehand I stopped at Tower Market and picked up St. Andre and Red Dragon Somerdale cheeses. As I suspected from the map, Jenny's place is up in the hills of Berkeley. I had arrived late; the party was already lively. There were many people from Stars Seattle with whom I became reacquainted during the party: Peter (now living in SF and working at Teatro Zinzanni San Francisco), Nicole (now living in SF and working at Town Hall in Soma), David (still in Seattle and I forgot where he said he was working), Julie (still in Seattle and now working at Spazzo). Others I met: Wilson (who briefly told me part of his life story which I found fascinating and which I thought Patrick might want to write about), Heidi (from Pacifica and I foolishly forgot what else she told me about herself), Marty (or Maurey or something like that), Renee, Katrina, Nick and Kathy (or maybe Cathy). Someone told me he was working at Ray's Boathouse, but I can't remember who that was now. Of course Jenny and Peggy were there, as well as a handful of their family members. Wilson and I discovered a chair lift along the stairs down to the garage—it didn't look like it was still working. Peter and I discussed nude beaches and Web develpment (separate conversation threads). Julie talked about the importance of teaching food sustainability to grade school children. A 4-man swing band played in the living room. I later learned later from Tina that the saxophonist in the band was an S.O. of Jenny's, though I wasn't sure exactly what their relationship was. The band was excellent—people filled the dance floor and had a wild time.