i'm getting white out all over my monitor
The quote of the day:
Get out of the gutter. You're spoiling my view.
Running news:
4.1 miles, not done especially speedily but I did them at 9 minutes a mile nevertheless. Whoo hoo! However, my heart rate monitor went up to 173, so I still didn't register most of the run. Sigh.
He also liked Darin just fine when they were both at Apple. Tom didn't have a problem with him. He was mostly surprised to find out Darin was dating. Tom also reminded me that part of our conversation had to do with the woman with whom Tom was living at the time -- if I remember correctly, he'd met her over the Internet (we were a bunch o' computer nerds, after all) and they'd waited a whole nine hours or something after they'd first met to sleep together. Some kind of masterpiece of restraint. If I remember correctly, that is.
Tom wanted to know why I left this story out: my fellow writer Marq took two of the engineers, Dave and Chris, back to his place, where they proceeded to get very, very stoned (on top of all that alcohol). Dave and Chris separately went to Marq to explain that, basically, "I'm not gay and I don't want to go there." Marq told me he nodded and said, "Um, okay." He thought it was weird that each of them said the same thing -- but did so separately, so as not to let the other guy know he'd done it. Knowing Marq, he was far more interested in seeing how high he could get these guys than in seeing what else he could get them to do.
Actually, knowing Marq, he was interested in both, but reportedly the three of them just got high. That's the version I heard at any rate -- I'm a rather sensitive, retiring soul, so perhaps they were sparing my sensibilities. Tom had breakfast with the three of them the next morning.
I don't know why I left that story out. Possibly because it happened to someone else and I can't on any level verify the truth (or gradation thereof) of the story.
Tom also tells me that another woman there that evening thought Tom and I were flirting quite a bit and she was not happy about it. She probably didn't like it that Tom drove me home either -- permit me a "Bwahahahaha" 6 years after the fact. Well, she and Tom ended up dating eventually, so clearly she got over it.
He says I remember most of the evening pretty well. Too well, actually: whenever I think about that night all I can taste is Alka-Seltzer.
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This whole Gorditas-as-revolution ad campaign by Taco Bell is really driving me batty. Somebody off the chihuahua already.
Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson
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