I had a little moment today that was like the beginning of Grease ... my short-lived affair with the Boat Street Cafe ended as we tearfully parted on the beach before going back to Ridgedale High. Melanie, Rachel, and shadowdaddy joined me. Alas, my lunch was good but not thrilling, since too many people think that a mushroom constitutes a vegetable (it's a fungus, people) and I got the vegetable pie. At least we didn't have to wait an hour to eat like they thought we might when we walked in, but I was still gone for an hour and a half. But I did still enjoy my food and the fine company of my friends, especially Melanie, who went on some kind of bizarre dot-com name creation binge ("Mimi is my bitch dot com. How's that?" - Mimi being Rachel's dog) at the end of the meal.

I have to write an early "end of day" report, so I'm signing off for now.

After spending yesterday regretting not doing the one spontaneous thing I came up with (Pilates), I decided to go for it today and rode my bike to the Boat Street Cafe to meet Worthy Opponent for lunch (the bike ride being the spontaneous thing). It was great there, but on the way back I got a little overheated and wound up sticking my head in a fountain. Then Maya and I went to Seward Park with the dogs. What fun! Now I'm going to the Comet. Yay summer!

Yesterday afternoon was great. The phone screen went pretty well, whether or not I really want to work at the IM group in the Borg. Lunch with Irene was wonderful, even with the wait: the Boat Street Cafe is every bit as delightful as promised - too bad I had to find out right before they closed. Afterwards I got the quote on fixing the car, then went home and successfully squeezed some more money out of the insurance folks (for "massage treatments for my neck" ... not that I might not go do that anyway).

Then in the afternoon, I misjudged the timing for selling the movie tickets, leaving me stuck with one, then discovered upon our arrival in Belltown that the puppet show was at 9, not 8. So not only could I have got to the theater in time to sell my tickets, we could have come back home and had dinner, too - a $20 mistake. We killed time playing pinball at Shorty's (Worthy O appeared to have had his mojo removed by the Twilight Zone machine in Long Beach) until it was time to head over to the Rendezvous.

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I'm getting bored of listening to myself type. I'm going to get some resumes off today, one to PMSI and one to Expedia. We'll see what happens. Tonight is water aerobics and mahjong: this afternoon I'm planning on cleaning the basement (ick). Ah, la vida sin empleo ...