October 31st, 2002

The Rollerblader...

Happy Halloween. A lot of people dressed up at work today -- under severe pressure from Kim. She had a few headbands (cat ears, mouse ears, etc.) and several cans of spray paint. Those who arrived to work without a costume early enough were lucky to get a headband. Those who arrived later, got their hair sprayed with different color paint. One man said, as his head was being sprayed, "I definitely came in the wrong door this morning." Kim was a clown. I was a "Tivoliball." Sam was a football player that I should probably have recognized, but didn't. Some dude with a big old growth on his cheek that he can obviously afford to have removed, but doesn't. Rob was a rollerblader. My God. His legs.

A group of six of us went to lunch to a Greek place. I had a Greek Salad. The name of the place was Daphne's. They use IBM cash registers there. I asked the manager/owner, "How's those IBM cash registers treating you?" Thank God he said, "Great!"

Rob told some gross stories about Taco Bell using Grade D beef, and just exactly what Grade D beef is. He then told us about growing up in a house that was part of a mortuary (a la Six Feet Under), and the 300 pound (wrapped) man that he helped lift. He was at the feet end ("the lighter end"). Unfortunately when they went to slide him from the gurney onto the table, the wrappings came off, and what he saw wasn't pretty. He also told about holding chickens upside down, how they are paralyzed, and how his dad cut their necks right off with surgical scissors. He thought they'd start squirming when he let them go, but they didn't. But after a few minutes (once they were convinced they weren't going to move), they approached it, and it started spasming and squirting blood every where. Everyone agreed that that was ENOUGH.

Work was good today. I got started on rebranding the UNIX installation guide, and it's going well. We had a conference call with Susanne and Jim, and it was good to reconnect with them. Susanne sounds totally stressed out, and Jim was his usual one-thousand detailed questions self. It confounds me that Susanne wants to bring in a contractor to help with this project.

Happy Halloweenie...

I had a good evening. I went with Sam to eat at Thaifoon. Yum. Yum. I had the Pad Thai dish. Don't know what was in it (shrimp was the staple), but it was good. We shared an appetizer of spring rolls before dinner, and the dinners come with a complimentary dessert -- some delicious (mango?) ice cream and an almond cookie. Delish. Sam is 24. I would have guessed 34. Glad I didn't!

We returned to the hotel and Sam went out with Casey to Rob's church's Halloween celebration. (Me, Casey, Sam, and Sue are all at the Candlewood Suites. Sue left late this afternoon for a weekend trip home.)

I drove down to Laguna Beach (about 15 miles from here) to check out two bars. They were very different bars. One, "Main Street Bar," was a cabaret type place, with a tubby, black drag queen (I think she was a drag queen, though could have been a RG), who had a wonderful voice. This place got pretty festive later on. I started here, left after about an hour to go to the other bar (which was across the street), and then came back by after leaving that one.

That other one, called the Boom Boom Room, had strippers (down to G-strings). That was fun to watch, though all of them were smooth, and most had shaved pits. What a waste.

And who should I run into there? Thomas, with the arched eyebrows, who trained me on Tuesday! <What a surprise.> It was fun to see his face when he recognized who I was. We chatted a bit, about 15 minutes, then he left with the guy -- a friend -- he was there with. He said there are no other gay people in this office. Bummer. I told him about EAGLE, and offered to put him on our interested parties list, which he said he'd like.

I left there after about an hour, and as I mentioned, stopped back by Main Street. Things had really picked up there; they were having a "Worst Halloween Costume" contest, so that was interesting. I left at about 11:15, with no treats and no tricks.
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