September 10th, 2002

Best/Worst Dates

I follow a discussion forum, where a recent topic was best/worse dates. I wanted to clip mine here to have it for posterity:

Best date with a woman:

My wife and I had a mutual friend who was a pilot wanting to add to his hours. I talked to him and arranged a flight in a little four-seater plane he had access to out of Raleigh, NC.

For my wife's birthday, all I told her was that we were "going out for dinner." I drove us out toward the little "Raleigh East" airport. As we headed out to that airport, which is in a direction away from the city of Raleigh, she said, "Where in the world are we going for dinner?" As I turned into the little airport, I said, "Tangier Island in the Chesapeake Bay."

I had made reservations at this little (turns out, only) restaurant on the island. After an exhilarating flight, and landing on the tiniest -- and questionable -- runway ever, we walked to the restaurant. As we were walking up to the restaurant I remember thinking, "I hope they haven't messed up our reservation." We had no worry about that, as when we opened the door, we found the place completely empty. They were expecting us. We ate, and then walked around the little island (LITTLE island). I have this thing about cemeteries. I visit them wherever I travel. As we passed one and observed the tombstones, I noticed that almost all of them in the cemetery shared two or three different last names.

We flew back in the twilight hours and it was quite beautiful (albeit LOUD) in that little plane. We got diverted from the Raleigh East airport, and were directed to land at Raleigh-Durham -- with careful attention to not get "caught up in the wake" (or is it drag?) of the big boys landing ahead of us. It was a cool landing -- that little plane -- teetering in to that grand strand of blue lights.

Later on, in the weeks after the trip, while telling a friend about it, they said, "TANGIER ISLAND? I just saw a special on TV about that place! It seems there is an inordinate amount of incest in the culture there -- families marrying within -- and the population is being studied from a sociological point of view."

The memory of the tombstone names made me laugh out loud.

Best date with a man:

On my second date with a guy, we went to Snoopy's Hot Dogs (a dive stand with dogs to die for), got two each to go, drove over to Fletcher Park, sat on a bench and ate them. Then, we made out behind a tree. I was 44 and he was 49.

It's a wrap...

I left work at 7:40 today in a rush to make it to Sam's to pick up my pictures from P-town. I also bought 3 mini-albums to put the copies for Steve, Joe, and Will in. I spent about 2.5 hours organizing the pictures. They look great! I need to stop by Sam's tomorrow after work and pick up three more mini-albums, and put the remaining pictures in them before getting over to Will's by 7:00 to celebrate his birthday.

I wrapped Will's gift. I hate to wrap.

Don from Toronto called. We had a great conversation, as we always do. He's a very interesting person. I love our chats. We are going to meet in person some time in the next few months. I have no intention of getting into any kind of relationship with him, and he knows that. We do have some kind of "connection" though.

I hate my cell phone.

I did a little work for TCW -- organizing the responses, and who should be sent invitations to our next Open House, which is next week. Our board meeting is Thursday.

Courtney called. She's going to be ballsy and fly to DC, tomorrow, on September 11th. We laughed as she saw a warning that said security will be heightened in DC tomorrow, to avoid banks, and the water treatment utilities will be dangerous places. While in DC she's going to the bank to pick up the title to her car, which she just sold last Saturday. She said, "Perhaps I should schedule a trip to a water treatment plant while I'm there, too." This will be funny on Thursday evening when she returns to Raleigh. I have to pick her up at 7AM.
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