June 15, 2005
Not Quite 100%
I don't
know why I've been so distracted lately.
Well, maybe not so much distracted as just unfocused.
I keep having to stop mid-sentence to see if I'm on track, I repeat myself in my msgs (apparently), I keep mixing up the days of the week so much so that I dream of doing it AND I'm not driving well. Well enough to still swear at poor hapless drivers but definitely not as well as I'd like.
I think it's because some part of my mind is still driving down the Pacific Coast Highway in a red Ford Focus, or in Napa enjoying a chicken and gruyere sandwich from the Oakville Grocery, or sitting in Pacbell Park* watching the game. Another part of my mind is somewhere on the east coast, wandering around the Inner Harbour on a lovely Sunday afternoon, or sitting somewhere near the left field foul pole in Oriole Stadium, or just chugging down a beer at one of the many many watering holes in B'more. And yet another part of my mind is busy plotting multiple unpractical ways either to get out of here and back to the US or to set up various money-losing enterprises so really, that only leaves like 10% of my mind to function normally.
*Yes, I know the name has changed but to me Pacbell Park will always be Pacbell Park just as Candlestick Park will remain Candlestick Park and not 3Com Park or Monster Park as it's now known. Speaking of which, the Coliseum is now McAfee Coliseum. Soon, the Bay Area will be eBay Area and San Francisco will be Google San Francisco. Even Berkeley's gone upmarket with a Target. A TARGET! Maybe Berkeley will become Craiglist Berkeley.
Anyway, it's been more than 2 weeks since I came back and it's time to come clean with yet another embarassing story. The things I do for material on my blog... Read on for the Embarassing Email; if you've already heard my whining, you can safely skip this.
CTG and I had dinner the Monday before I left, at a nice little cafe about 5 minutes from his place. I had pork chop with polenta and some kind of spicy vegetable, which was really yummy. He had mac and cheese as an appetiser (which was large enough to be a main for both of us) and a chicken pot pie for dinner.
During dinner, I started playing around with his Blackberry. Since this was going to be our last meeting for a while, if not ever, I was understandably slightly depressed and, caught up in a fog of depression that dispelled any rational thoughts, I sent my friend an email from his Blackberry. The email, the details of which I have completely forgotten except for the last sentence, ran somewhat along these lines:
Hey it's me. I'm using CTG's email now so don't reply to this. We're having dinner and I'm just playing around with his Blackberry. Damn he's cute. Too bad he's not interested. What a fucking waste.
Having sent the email out, I deleted it from the "Sent mail" folder and carried on with dinner. Later on, while hanging out at his place alternately watching UFC and schooling him at text messaging, he started scrolling around for the email and I smugly informed him that I had deleted it to cover my tracks. To which he replied: "That's ok. I can just read it at work tomorrow."
Which he did.
The worst thing? My friend never got the email.
I am now officially a technobimbo.
Posted by scrabbyfoo at June 15, 2005 02:49 PM