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9 46 am pdt [ checking it twice ]
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I have already accomplished two tasks on yesterday's
check list (finish web job and see Jane) but Matthew hasn't done any. Of
course, I have no need to tease him about that because one of his family
friends told me better teasing fodder while she was up here for his
graduation. She said that when they were little, Matthew would play a
baby seal in the pool for his sister and her friends to pass around. She
said he made good wounded baby seal noises. Hee hee!
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For the record, Matthew completely denies all baby seal
activities. He claims he doesn't remember.
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I made a little list of things to write about before I
went to sleep last night:
- allergic reaction
- jane and dell
- sgi pen
I will get to each in turn. Sometimes I have to write something down or I
keep loosing it in my head, and then I have to concentrate to bring back
when I wanted to remember, and that is just a vicious cycle.
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When I was cleaning the house before Matthew's
graduation party, I suddenly developed a severe allergic reaction all over
my body. I have no idea what it was too, but suddenly I was red and
blotchy everywhere, and I itched like the Dickens. I have never had that
before and hopefully I will never have it again. I immediately left the
house, and it went away about twenty minutes later.
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Jane came
over last night, and we had a total blast giggling over stories of her
recent escapades. At the end of the evening, when I was sipping on some
enchanting Lustau East India Solera Sherry, a one in a million occurrence
was revealed. The Sherry was similar to a Twany Port, as the man at the
suppermarket had avered, and is (as described by Wine Lovers'
Page) idiosyncratic. So I was sipping my divine Sherry, and Matthew
was saying something about his friend Dell. Jane says, "I went clubbing
this weekend at 1015 Folsom," and I saw Matthew's eyes get wide. You see,
Dell went cludding there on Saturday, and happened to have mentioned
dancing with a certain female, who just happens to be Jane! She wrote in
her diary "My goal for tonight was to find some random cute guy who
could dance and get my dancing groove on. It took me about 2 hours to find
someone that moved in a way I liked and who seemed safe and approachable."
That's Dell! What are the chances of one of my friends going dancing in
SF and winding up dancing with another of my friends? Maybe one in a
million...
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We came home from taking visitors to the airport
yesterday to find a FedEx delivery slip on the door. At six Matthew
announced that he wanted to go pick up the package, so we took off. The
package was from BravoGifts.com (they have an awesome sheet of one dollar
bills which I would love to get a gift wrapped in). It was about
the size of a bottle of Scotch and I said it must be a graduation present,
but Matthew had no idea who it was from. I don't think I mentioned, but
Matthew got a substantial offer from SGI, and they sent him a gorgeous
fountain pen with the sweetest note:
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"I don't want to have choices!" There's no way around
it; I was whining. I got a second jobbie job offer. I like not having so many options. Now I have a
lot more pondering to do...
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Matthew called one of his old professors to ask for
advice on how to get a signing bonus out of SGI and the professor offered
him a job in an LA start-up. They are meeting to discuss it tomorrow
afternoon. It is the second start-up oportunity this guy has offerend
Matthew. When Matthew got off the phone with the prof, he said "I don't
want to have choices." I jumped up and said, "Aha! See, that is exactly
how I felt last night!" He finally understood.
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