It seems that everyone has vanished this week…
.. oh wait, I know where they are: SF. I just got mail from Josh saying
that he had dinner with Skippy and Serge. Apparently, because of Pebble
Beach, there are no hotel rooms from Monterey to Sacramento; so, the
ever resourceful Serge found a place to stay at the Snuggle Bunny Inn at
Half Moon Bay. I hear the two of them signed in under false names:
Bruce and Mikey.
Ev is in San Fran too… as is Danelle, I think.
File this one under signs of the coming Apocalypse: Josh is moving in
with Todd. This makes Tuesday West inevitable.
In other news, Lisa got line of the with, “Lick my head! It tastes like
cookies.” Obviously, you can tell what kind of party Dianne’s
housewarming was.
So I have been a DJ for the last few days. My boss’ boss need tunes for
these two day meeting we are in; I got volunteered. It is refreshing to
crank up “Rock you like a Hurricane” at a company dinner; so much better
than hearing a) muzak or b) endless inoffensive music. Go thing I
didn’t put Eminem on the old cd.
I am off to Austin, TX this afternoon… I have to bail out a fellow
employee who is to dumb to fish. I’ll be back… oh wait, I’m not sure
when.