I was sitting around feeling kind of punk because my lunch date Rachel had said she didn't really have time for lunch today because she was planning on going out to the new Cold Stone Creamery in Fremont. Well heck, I thought, I'd like to hang out with her, but I really needed to have some actual food for lunch, not just go out for ice cream. So I was sitting there picking fleas off of the dog, going, well, heck, I guess I can stay home and shave the dog today, when the phone rings. It's Melanie, my old coworker from, ahem, the Bothell job. She says she wants to see her name in lights, and if she doesn't do something with me, she's not going to get into the blog. I tell her my reasons for not going to Fremont, and she says, puke up your breakfast or eat an early lunch, there's no time that ain't the right time for ice cream (a logical argument). Besides, they're not in a rush to be there at 11:30, and she knows I'm still in my unemployment jammies (busted!).
So I call motomotoyama, and she's sitting at home too, and now we're all going to go to Fremont because we need to get our asses out of the house, and heck, maybe I'll even go have a cubano. No, who am I kidding, I'll be going to Koraku later. Yay!