Friday, May 17, 2002
Patrick and Sam went to Stern Grove to practice Shao Lin Chuan martial arts. They plan on doing this weekly, every Friday. More Windows and Office updating: Kristina, James, Joel, Debrah. Caught up on e-mail. Spent half an hour on the phone with HealthNet getting small health insurance headaches figured out. After work, I met Sam and Patrick at a cafe at 9th and Lincoln. There was supposed to be a UCSF GLTBA social coffee hour at 5:00 pm, but we couldn't see anything happening (Patrick: "No one here looks gay! Well maybe except those two cute Asian boys.") so we went to Squat and Gobble at Market and Sanchez. Sam has been eyeing an attractive waiter at this cafe cum restaurant, but he's had trouble getting the nerve to introduce himself, so we decided we needed to see what the fuss was all about. We weren't sure if he was working tonight, but there he was right when we entered, sitting at a table having a crepe. He got up and we ordered while he stood at the register waiting. I had a cup of potato leek soup, Patrick had a cheesy chicken crepe with a side of grilled potatoes, and Sam had a spinach salad. Through the course of our meal, we'd exchanged some words with him—he was also our waiter—but we never figured out his name. At times, Sam came close to spitting something out, but we never heard what he would've said. I took some photos of Sam while we waited for our food. Sam even had the waiter take a photo of us 3. Sam dropped us off at home. We were planning to go to Liquid later tonight. I took a disco nap, and I told Patrick to do the same. "But I'm not tired!" So he stayed up and downloaded movies. Around 9:00 pm, Patrick wakes me and says it's time to wake up but he's really tired. I would've gotten up, but he seemed resigned to staying home, so I continued to sleep.