wanna go HOME now...


17 December 1999

8:25 PM: Oooh, 3 for 3! What an animal. Yes, skipped the party last night too. I tried to go, though, honest. Kind of. I thought that Pier 23, where it was being held, was in our half of the Embarcadero here. So I figured, hey, nice night, I'll just walk there.

The bay, the bridge, and the far shores are beautiful on a clear night, all lit up and gleaming. It was a nice walk. I couldn't figure out why everyone seemed to be worried about getting a ride - what a bunch of wimps! So, where is this place again? Must be just up ahead.

Er, except, not. Pier 23 is in the north half of town. I got all the way to Market Street, finding nothing, where finally there was a bus stop with a city map in it. I saw that I had come all that way only to still be nowhere near where I was supposed to end up. It was already 7:30, the party had started at 6, I probably wouldn't get there until 8, fuckit fuckitfuckitfuckit.

Instead, I very cleverly decided to have an anxiety attack and get on the MUNI train home, furtively keeping surveillance on everyone around me in case they burst into mockery or, oh, I don't know, bad things. Turned green and started to ooze, you know. "Grr."

I did find a paperback of John Barnes' new book, Finity, though, so I just picked up a bottle of Dr. Pepper and a bag of Cheetos and went home to read, eat junk food, and try real hard not to think about anything at all at all. That worked to some degree. Then it was time for the main prescription - beer, of course. Penny showed up in full Catholic school girl drag, down to the pigtails and the clunky shoes, too. That cheered me right up.

I dunno. I try to do this human thing. It's just difficult sometimes. I make a better bot.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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