Archive for August, 2003

long week!

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

So… Where where we? Last Friday was busy day. C—— left for Germany—best of luck to her. My truck broke down and Sherman and A—– came down for the weekend.

It started off bad. I had a deadline at work for a demo my boss was headed to on Monday morning. So I get up Friday and get ready for work, but when I tried to start my truck I got nothing. It sounded fine, but when I let off the ignition it stopped. Like there was no gas. I was hoping it was just a vapor lock as per the earlier entry here, but it just would not start. So I looked around and decided I would have to wait a while before calling a tow truck because I was parallel parked between two cars and I would have to wait till the guy in front of me left.

To cut that story short I spent the next few hours getting everything set up to work from home. Which was a mistake, because I just can’t get into a work mind-set sitting at home in a nice chair and typing on my laptop. Then I called a tow truck because the guy in front of my truck had gone to work. They told me it would be an hour and that the tow truck would call me a few minutes before he showed up. So back to work for a while. That was at 9:30 or so.

At 11 I called the tow company back, and they said the truck was on it’s way. So I decided to wait by the truck. At 11:30 I called the tow company again and they said the driver was stuck in traffic and it would be no more than 30 minutes more. And hour and a half later I finally got a tow truck. Seems half of DC was shut down because of some shit.

So truck oft to the shop. Back to work for a little while, then I get a phone call from A—– and he wants to know what there is to do till I got off work because he is on the Rock Creek Parkway. Since I was not at work, I just told him to come by and we would hang out till Sherman showed up. So we walked around and got a bite to eat while we waited for Sherman. Sherman showed up about six and spent about 30 minutes looking for parking.

The three of us relaxed for a while, ordered a pizza and watched a movie till about 9pm. Then we hit Adams Morgan, and bar hopped. I’ll spare you the stupidity but needless to say it was after three in the morning when we went to bed.

Saturday we headed out about noon and walked down to the mall. It was a beautiful day—only about 80 degrees and a little wind. Sunny but not hot, a vast improvement over the nearly 100 with 80+ percent humidity that is normal around here. Basically we spent the day walking and talking. We went through the Natural History Museum, the Freer and Sackler galleries and walked down to the Holocaust but they were out of tickets so we walked down the mall to all the memorials.

While we where walking around I kept calling the mechanics to see what was up with my truck. They kept telling me that the technician was looking at it etc, etc. At 4pm they finally said that the was what I had expected—the fuel pump was broken. But…—yes there’s a but—the parts places where all closed for the weekend and it would be Monday morning before they could get a quote and get the part.

So A—–, Sherman and I walked back to Dupont and had dinner. Then we crashed for a while at my place, watched a movie and just relaxed for a few hours. Then it was off to the bars again. We spent most of the night at Lucky bar and one of A—–s friends from college who lives in Rockville joined us for a while. We drank way too much and hit bed very late again.

Sunday morning I had arranged an appointment to see an apartment down by Logan Circle for Sherman and I. It’s a really good apartment and we filled out a lease and gave the landlord money to run credit checks. There was a little mix up on the signing of the release for the credit checks so I ended up having to fax Sherman the form to have him resign it on Monday but we got it all worked out and we got the apartment. Can’t wait to move in on September 21st!

Anyway, after brunch the three of us went over Shermans pictures of his bike trip across America. He had some really cool shots. We hung out a little while longer and then it was time for Sherman and A—– to head back. Sherman left about 3pm and A—– and I chilled out for about an hour more. Then A—– drove me to work and dropped me off before heading back to Brooklyn.

It was really great to hang out with A—– and Sherman again. Walking around the city really reminded me of our time in London and all the fun we have had. It’s great to have friends from my time abroad that I get to see and hang out with. I don’t get to see C——- at all, much less all the others I met in London that I was friends with.

Sunday night I worked from about 5:30pm all the way through to Monday at 6pm! But I got the work I needed to get done finished. I got the stuff for the demo working at 6:12am and my boss showed up at 6:15am to pick the phone up! Talk about timing!

Monday I also found out that no one seemed to have a fuel pump for a ’96 Isuzu Rodeo. Finally the ordered one from the factory and expressed it, but that was 3-5 days so it would not even be in till Thursday or Friday. I got lucky because I know the Mische’s. Ann said I could borrow the Passport for the week, so J——- picked me up and dropped me at the Mische’s.

Tuesday morning my trials and tribulations continued when I stopped to get gas. The truck refused to start up. Well there’s something new! I got it jumped and took it to Fairfax Honda for service (though Alyssa gave me bad directions to Fairfax Honda and it took some time to find. Once there Mike took me back the the Mische’s house and I took the Honda—It’s good to have rich friends who have too many cars!

The next big issue of my week was that it looks like I will not be able to go to London to see C——-. Lots of reasons—$700 for the car, deadlines at work, and she is busy. But I almost cried when it became clear I would not be able to go. It’s been more than a year since I saw my love. How much longer will it be? I miss her so much. I don’t know what to do about it. Some times it makes me so depressed it’s hard to have fun.

The final act of the week was on Friday; I called up the mechanics to ask about my truck and they said the part had not arrived yet. A little while later they called me back to say that the dealer had never ordered the part! So they would get it Over-nighted from the factory and have it today. But wait! There’s more! A few minutes later they called back to say that they could not get it before Tuesday because of the holiday! Fuck! I told them to give me the number for the dealer so I could bitch at them. I talked to the three different people before I found someone willing to work with me. He called around and then called me back and said that the best thing he could work out was that he ordered the part from a Honda plant (the Honda Passport and Isuzu Rodeo where the same in ’96) and that it would be here today.

Well as of today the part was in but the mechanics had not finished putting it in yet. So maybe tomorrow I will have a car. I sure hope so. I feel bad driving the Mische’s car all week. I was going to go to C’ville this weekend but I don’t want to put all the miles on the Mische’s car. It’s been a hell of a week. Maybe next week will be better.

a taste of things to come

Monday, August 25th, 2003

Must sleep now… 24 strait hours at work… but a taste of whats to come when I get time to write it: Three Amigos—Sherman, Flugie and Beggs in DC! Flat hunt: done! Truck: dead! Anyway, whatever, I’ll write when I can keep my eyes open… Buona notte…

leaving on a jet plane…

Thursday, August 21st, 2003

Tomorrow C—— will get on a plane at Dulles and head off to her new life in Germany. Living with her fiance and teaching English and American Culture to ‘zee Garmons.’

Since the summer of 2000 C—— and I have been companions in our journeys. Some times more than friends and some times less than friends, but whether the path was rocky or smooth it has been one of the most important journeys in my life.

I don’t suppose I will see C—— for a very long time and knowing how bad she is at the whole email thing I don’t suppose I will hear from here so often. But I wish her the best of luck, with Germany, with teaching and most of all with Sebastian. Ich liebe Dich und viel Glueck!

be still my beating heart

Tuesday, August 19th, 2003

Oh god. I left work tonight at 8:40ish. I stopped at the gas station because I was really low on gas. Really low. 19.4 gallons in a 20 gallon tank! So I filled up the tank and got into the truck. I turned the key and buckled my seat belt. I released the break and grabbed the gear shift. About this time I am thinking to myself. “Hey, I thought I started the engine?” Ok, turn the car on. I don’t know how to write the sounds the engine made but the truck was trying it’s hardest to play like it was in a gangster rap video. “No! You foul filth filth foul thingie! If you don’t start—I’ll kill ya. If you break down—I’ll kill ya. If you cost me money—I’ll kill ya. If I have to postpone my vacation to England and seeing C——-—I’ll kill ya! And if you don’t understand all this—I’ll kill ya!”

–skip calling of towing truck, pushing truck out of main part of gas station and thirty minutes of waiting–

Just for fun I tried to start it again and this time it started. Kinda. Ok, give it some gas when you start it. “Yes!” Boom, klunk, rattle! “No. Almost” It did start, it bucked a few more times. But I think it was just a really bad vapor lock. Good, good, good. “You can live!”

Oh yea, sorry to the tow truck driver. He called after I was almost home looking for me. But they did not give me a number when I called him for the tow. I’d feel bad, but, oh no wait he’ll get over it. I can’t afford to be towed.

Man: fail; dog: pass.

Thursday, August 14th, 2003

Go here [ ] and read the story. It’s bad when your so drunk you fall down during the sobriety test but your dog is so well trained that he can do everything the police officer says.

flying lemmings

Friday, August 8th, 2003

…the Toronto-based Fatal Light Awareness Program, estimates that 100 million songbirds collide with lit buildings in North America each year…”

I probably shouldn’t be laughing at that, but I just have visions of large numbers of bird suddenly crashing into corporate headquarters around the world! Can you imagine some fat smug CEO sitting in his 80th floor office, looking out over Manhattan while he drinks his half-cap skinny latte when suddenly a mass of nightingales slams into his window. Coffee everywhere as he looks on in horror at the beady little bird eyes slide down the window to their deaths… I’m just sick.

The quote is from this article [ ]


Thursday, August 7th, 2003

Or at least one toy! My CTO took me an some others out today to buy test mobiles with MMS capabilities. I would have liked the T-Mobile one, but one of the other guys who has seniority got that. C’est la vie, he kinda wrote most of the system so… I would not have a job without him. Anyway, I got a Verizon LG camera phone. Which I have been playing with non-stop since… I love toys! Say ‘cheese’ your on candid-beggs-phone-camera!


Monday, August 4th, 2003

Jim left for Japan on Saturday. To live and teach English for a while (and the real reason—N——!) I just wanted to say good luck, hope you have the time of your life. And I hope I can come see you soon and we can go to China and see the gorges before they are underwater. Ganbatte Jim-chan!

I think I’m going crazy…

Sunday, August 3rd, 2003

It’s the little things… Like one minute I’m walking past Five and I catch a whiff of someone smoking a Clove. The next minute I’m standing in a corner of the SERP house talking to Laura-Lee and Scotty while Stroud’s mix vibrates the floor. Or I’m sitting in Starbucks and hear a sound—I don’t even know what it was, but suddenly I have the most vivid image of a street in Florence. I was standing there on my cell phone calling the Misches to ask Ann if she wanted me to send here a new Bisccotti jar because the shop before me had one just like hers. I’ve always had little flash bulb memories but lately everything is taking me somewhere else. The escalator at Dupont Station suddenly turned into the escalator at Kings Cross-St. Pancress. I think I’m going crazy…