Friday, October 5, 2001
Patrick and I meet in the Castro for dinner. We stop in to see if Brian and Kelly are home. Brian's there, but Kelly is out drinking with friends from work. Brian joins us for food, and we try eating at the unnamed Japanese restaurant across the street from Warakubune. There are people waiting outside, but inside the waitron/hostron won't take our name down to reserve our place in line: "Jus mekka line owsi." As I'm leaving, a disgruntled party enters the door thinking that they've been bumped out of line. You can feel the tension on your fogkissed-frosty skin, and as immediately as I rejoin Brian and Patrick, I say, "Let's leave." We chat a few minutes then decide we prefer the friendly orderliness of Warakubune. After dining, we get back to Brian and Kelly's to find Kelly home. We stay and chat. From the TiVo, Brian plays the theme song of the new Enterprise television series to lay clear its aural insipidity. "What were they thinking?" Patrick wondered. Indeed.