Drinks occurred, although at first we misplaced our server. Many of Josh's work teammates trickled in.
While I was in a very social mood (for me) this wound up involving my notebook and the Current Adventures of Benito Quirke after a while. Josh and I got caught up. It turns out that one of those present was a fellow 1995 CTYer, although at another site. Brilliant! Josh dredged up something I hadn't even remembered -- the Lady E had at one point written RPF that involved Josh and the three ladies living in NYC, us having started a software company, and him having knocked up all three of us.
I had just the one drink, but that was well enough, for everyone who knows my alcohol tolerance.
I overshot my departure time, and made haste for BART slightly past midnight. I made it with a train to spare, but next time I'm going to keep very close track of when I'll need to leave and where I am.
It was so good to see Josh. A mutual smooch on the cheek would have sent me over the moon fourteen years ago, but it's business as usual tonight.
Got home without incident, although my loathing of parallel parking increases exponentially with proximity to my actual bedtime.
It turns out, in the it's-a-fucking-small-world department, that pyrogenic's roommate and jai_dit know each other from college. How cool is that?
"The Penis Game" is a youthful game of volume and brashness, generally played by kids of an age to realize that "penis" is not a word that one shouts in polite company. This game is for two or more players. One person starts out whispering the word "penis". The next person must repeat the word slightly louder. All players continue in turn. The winner is the person who is willing to shout the word the loudest. Other words may be substituted. So how did you hear about it?
"And what makes you think being dead is going to get in the way of my being stubborn?" I asked indignantly.
He tried to make some point about there not being much use in trying to hold a stubbornness competition when one of the parties is no longer participating, but I held my ground.
For the sake of the rest of the universe, it's probably a good thing that the two of us get along.
Technically, he may perhaps be more stubborn than I am. However, as I refuse to admit this, the contest is ongoing. There have been times in the past on particular instances of stubborn behavior, mostly involving Mercy, when I had clearly lost. However, as I refused to admit defeat even after losing, he would sometimes admit defeat first, leaving me the winner. It's very good that the two of us get along, very good indeed.
- Wednesday, 0023: I'm at Beretta - http://bkite.com/03Ijz
- Wednesday, 0107: I'm at Pacifica - http://bkite.com/03IkQ
- Wednesday, 0111: @scapwell You got hit too?
- Wednesday, 0120: @museumfreak I know @oakandsage used to puzzle pirate; not sure if this is still current though, doesn't hurt to ask.
- Wednesday, 0159: http://twitpic.com/12owl - dude in the middle there is holding Joshie's birthday card up to his ear cellphone style. YMCA. ( Collapse )
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