Saturday, October 12, 2002
I dreamt last night I went to Hawaii to visit my friends. I talked to Michael Pelligrino who was starring in a play. I also dreamt that Jim Stoicheff wanted a sex change operation. (I don't know where these bizarre ideas come from.) Patrick dreamt he was in a huge maze of dangerous housing projects, about 20 blocks square. He had to get to the other side and there were a lot of dangerous things around so he needed a guide. He didn't find one and then he woke up. Sam and Patrick practiced sword in the morning, then went grocery shopping. I vacuumed, dusted, cleaned my keyboard, sanitized the light switches, made the bed. Last week Patrick and I picked out about 25 of our books we want to get rid of, so he listed them all on Amazon. Two of them sold within a few days, so I'm handling the shipping part. We went to the Castro. Right outside the MUNI station, we ran into Brian, Kelly, and Jesse, who were all looking fresh. Brian and Kelly were just getting done looking at US$170 t-shirts in the new Diesel store. Brian told of his trip to Seattle, and the news about Erik made us very, very sad. In the middle of our chat, all three of them were suddenly distracted by a jockish gay boy who seemed to be exactly their type. Patrick and I took it in stride. Got a quick bite to eat at Escape from New York pizza. I got a haircut from Patrick's hairstylist Bao at Nice Cuts. We returned home and prepared for our dinner party in the evening. Stacey and Tim Oborne came over for dinner. We started with homemade deep-fried pork wontons with homemade sweet and sour dipping sauce. The main course was hoisin chicken over steamed medium-grain rice. Dessert was ginger cake with pumpkin ice cream and whipped cream. After dinner, we played Pop-up Video and Mind Trap—two games that they brought over. Pop-up video was trivia questions about music. Mind Trap was math problems and whodunit kinds of questions like you'd find in first-grade mystery books. We had fun and talked about Patrick's writing; the Pet Shop Boys (Stacey is an incredibly enthusiastic fan); British television; file sharing utilities; what was in sweet and sour dipping sauce (water, sugar, rice vinegar, salt, ketchup, potato flour, and red food coloring); their two cats; and their 15-month-old Rhodesian Ridgeback dog named Emerson.