Sep 2, 2009
I took Sarah and a floormate to campus and then parked a few blocks from the hospital. Up 9 floors from there and I got into Mom’s office just before she returned from doing whatever it is she does away from the office. Probably cutting up dead and frozen flesh. We went out to Dunkin’ Donuts. From there, I found my way back to the car and drove home. Once home, dad and I ran around town. He had to talk to the bankers; I had to take Steve’s futon back. And we mailed something.
After this short errand run, I became firmly planted on the computer. I broke a linux install doing an update, and killed a bunch of time on social bookmarking sites. I ran accross Google Wave and was fascinated. I can’t believe it flew under my radar for so long. My technical indulgence was disrupted by Brad. He came over to car pool to the beach, but got tangled up with the Wii. We left later than planned. Steve and Andrew were standing in Steve’s driveway waiting. All together now, the conspirators revealed the destination to be Yesterday’s Royal for wing night. Yippy, house salad for me!
When we get there, it appears as if there is no server. We wander and then sit. Eventually we see Maria! And now we remember we haven’t called Max who is actually home. This is corrected.
After signaling Maria our way, she asks how we are. Brad replies “We’re gonna have wings.” Her face drops. Steve and I laugh. Brad intended no foul. This was hopefully obvious. It’s weird to be on the laughing side of the miscommunication construed as offensive.
Max arrives. We finish eating. The ‘stota class of ‘08 exchanges life stories. The five of us leave still hungry. We stop at Save On for ice cream and eat it at Max’s house. It is, for whatever reason, difficult to let an enjoyable time be that. I kept “slipping” into critique of our actions. Particularly troublesome is the laughs gained from many “remember that”s.
there were five
Woke up in time to shower before driving to Syracuse. Dresser, backpack, plant, and notebooks traveled with me to Sarah’s new room. We, that is myself and the inanimate objects, made it without a wrong turn (or a GPS navigator), despite the interesting directions given by dad. While I was in Sarah’s room and while she was not, a maintenance guy came to replace her broken overhead light. This was awkward for me, a guy alone in a very girl-gendered room.I took Sarah and a floormate to campus and then parked a few blocks from the hospital. Up 9 floors from there and I got into Mom’s office just before she returned from doing whatever it is she does away from the office. Probably cutting up dead and frozen flesh. We went out to Dunkin’ Donuts. From there, I found my way back to the car and drove home. Once home, dad and I ran around town. He had to talk to the bankers; I had to take Steve’s futon back. And we mailed something.
After this short errand run, I became firmly planted on the computer. I broke a linux install doing an update, and killed a bunch of time on social bookmarking sites. I ran accross Google Wave and was fascinated. I can’t believe it flew under my radar for so long. My technical indulgence was disrupted by Brad. He came over to car pool to the beach, but got tangled up with the Wii. We left later than planned. Steve and Andrew were standing in Steve’s driveway waiting. All together now, the conspirators revealed the destination to be Yesterday’s Royal for wing night. Yippy, house salad for me!
When we get there, it appears as if there is no server. We wander and then sit. Eventually we see Maria! And now we remember we haven’t called Max who is actually home. This is corrected.
After signaling Maria our way, she asks how we are. Brad replies “We’re gonna have wings.” Her face drops. Steve and I laugh. Brad intended no foul. This was hopefully obvious. It’s weird to be on the laughing side of the miscommunication construed as offensive.
Max arrives. We finish eating. The ‘stota class of ‘08 exchanges life stories. The five of us leave still hungry. We stop at Save On for ice cream and eat it at Max’s house. It is, for whatever reason, difficult to let an enjoyable time be that. I kept “slipping” into critique of our actions. Particularly troublesome is the laughs gained from many “remember that”s.
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