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| 8 apr 2002 what's in the plastic bag i'm holding? looks gross, doesn't it? hehe. *phew* i just got out of a potentially embarassing incident. i needed to take a big dump, and when i went to the bathroom, both stalls were taken. so i hung outside the bathroom, praying that i'd hear the sound of a flush, but after a minute or so, all i heard was silence. my bowels were about to explode, so i went into the women's bathroom. i mean, given the high male to female ratio, what were the odds that a woman would be in there? so i took a peek, and all the stalls were empty. the bathroom was silent. so i dashed into the stall at the very end and unloaded. i was breathing a sigh of relief when i heard the clickety-clack of women's heels and the door open. oh shit. and of all the stalls she chose, she picked the one right next to me! i hurriedly wiped my ass and washed my hands and got out of there. in my haste, i forgot to zip my fly. ugh. but now i'm safe in my cubicle. in the past week, i've had two rather amazing home-cooked meals. yup. jay is a monster in the kitchen. he downloads exotic gourmet recipes from the web and whips the dishes up for a fantastic feast. i am so impressed with his passion for cooking, even when he is post-call and has only gotten an hour of sleep the previous night. last week, he made this fancy red-wine-soaked butter-filled ox-tail stew of some sort. wow. and last night, he made some grilled herb-encrusted leg of lamb. i swear, if i lived with jay, i'd experience a whole world of culinary delights that i'd never get to taste on my own. my stomach and taste buds are going to miss him when he moves out. not to mention that the kitchen cabinets and fridge will be barren when he leaves. i feel guilty though that i am apparently mooching off his endeavors. i don't help him cook, and i don't even help clean up that much. well, part of it is because i have no idea how to operate a dishwasher (my family has always had a dishwasher, but we choose to handwash everything), because at least i'd like to help clean, you know? i dunno. i just don't really know my way around a kitchen at all. it's like a foreign place to me. but yeah. amazing food. i had some tzatziki sauce last night. i had no clue what it was until jay introduced me to it. friday night i went to sonya's birthday party. it was pretty quaint, but besides the taiko people, i didn't really know anyone else there. but still, the four hours i spent at her apartment seemed to pass by remarkably fast. i mingled just enough to make me happy. the most interesting part of the evening occured when i went outside for a smoke. i heard a car pull up, and a man saying, "come on, get out of the car!" and after a few minutes of pleading, he appeared, carrying this huge nearly-unconscious man who apparently had way too much to drink. after getting him to the elevator, the guys stumbled, and the drunk man toppled to the floor, smacking his head on the ground with this sickening thud. his legs sticked out of the elevator, and the doors kept closing and opening on them. dude, the guy was pretty much passed out. i left my cigarette on the bench and helped pick him up, but he was so fucking heavy that as we lift him, his nice tweed jacket ripped. after we got to the 4th floor, the sober guy was really struggling... he literally had to lift the drunk guy up, plop him down a few inches forward, and repeat the process. we finally got him to his apartment, where his wife is horrified to find him in this state. anyways, i hope he's ok. he had to leave for korea the next day, and i swear he must have had alcohol poisoning. damn. it's a shame that people can't stick to their limits. i mean, either his coworkers were constantly feeding him shots, or he had no clue what his tolerance was and just kept on pounding stuff. either way, it's pretty stupid. i hope he didn't puke in the car; i saw some nasty stains on his jeans right near his crotch. i like it when girls have a bag slung around their body, and the strap makes a nice diagonal line across their breasts. seems to enhance their chests. nice. my nose started hurting this weekend. it seems i have some cut or zit inside my left nostril. it hurts! i carved out this nasty looking scab. the pain made my eyes water. ugh. saturday was jeremy and kate's farewell bbq. as a going away present, i got them a dvd player. i am astonished at how much the price has dropped on these things... when i bought mine about four years ago, it cost me over $500. now you can get a decent one for under $150! amazing. i thought it would be kind of lame to walk in holding a huge unwrapped dvd player i wanted to make it more of a surprise, so i stashed the dvd player underneath jeremy's car and told him that there was something interesting there. he got this weird curious look on his face and went out to investigate. and then, he walked back in holding the merchandise with a nice smile on his face. that made me happy. it hasn't hit me that he and kate are leaving. when it finally sinks in, i'm going to be really sad. i am practically conditioned to driving to their place when i feel like visiting a friend. i can totally picture myself someday instinctively driving there, and knocking on the door wondering why their familiar faces aren't answering. there's this fluffy fat cat that wanders around their place. it belongs to a neighbor, but the cat often pops up at jeremy's door and enters, and once it comes in, it acts like the place is its home. it scopes out the fridge for food, and it lounges around as if it owns the entire domain. i have a feeling that when kate and jeremy leave, the sense of loss and confusion will be something that cat and i will share for a while. i hate saying goodbye. sometimes i wonder if the reason why we look for relationships is because it provides us at least one person who is guaranteed to stay with us. while it may be completely unreasonable for us to demand that all of our friends stay by our side, society grants us the ability to make one singular request of that nature. on sunday, we had dim sum, and jay, alan and i hiked the stanford dish. the last time i did that was with jay and margaret, back when i was horribly depressed. this time was much more enjoyable, as my mind wasn't plagued by all those dark horrible thoughts. but damn, it's a long hike. my legs got sore, and after i came back, i had this awful headache from dehydration. after we were finished, and we were saying goodbye to alan, this bmw convertible whizzed by, with a lone asian girl behind the wheel, with sunglasses on and the wind sending waves through her hair. kinda hot. what is it about an attractive girl in an expensive car that catches men's eyes? is it the image of power? the illusion that she "has it together?" i guess a strong, independent woman is sexy. i wonder, though, if some men don't share that opinion, because they have that stereotypical male need of being the provider. ok. enough for today. this week looks like it'll be long. i'm not looking forward to it. |