Laptop update: Kiss that data goodbye

Well, my laptop was boxed up in Houston with the monitor repaired and sent off to MN. That’s the good news. That’s the only good news.

When the package got to the store in Edina, it had been busted open and retaped with my laptop nowhere to be found. Thank you, DHL. So, the apple store says it’s going to take an additional week to get my laptop replaced, but that I can get a loaner in the meantime. ??? Why not just give me the fucking loaner?

Okay, leaving that aside, time for an assessment of loss. I don’t know when the last time I did a full backup was, but it was shortly before I left Chicago. Probably around the time of the great laptop dvd-drive replacement. I did fortunately back up my class related stuff right before sending out the laptop for repair. And my porn downloads went to my backup drive after the aforementioned dvd drive replacement. Whoopee? So the main thing I’ll be missing are a month and a half of adium chat logs. That is a source of sadness, but not an insurmountable one. That and the time to configure my system the way I want it. Install software, download patches, etc, etc. Next time they send some of my hardware off for repair, they should give me the hard drive and send the rest.

I lose nowhere near as recently did. Perhaps that is the reason I am not filled with rage. Frustration, annoyance, yes. Rage, no.

Prospects and People and food in SF

Well, talking to the GAO office went okay. I think I came across as a bit strident, but I tend to make that first impression, I think, particularly on work related things. Reviewing their teams and options and stuff, I’m still in favor of returning to the bay but less intently focused on that. Taken together, this means that future life at GAO would likely be in Chicago. And I’m okay with that.

The ERG did not impress me much. Or, at least, not as an option for me. I have several interests, but they apparently don’t do the sort of energy policy I’d like to do for the developed world so much. I was told it would definitely fit, because they have a very broad program, but that they don’t have faculty that really examine that stort of thing. Not terribly surprising. They recommended CMU and Penn State, though the prof I talked to admitted it was not so much his specialty, and I’d be better off talking to professor A (who wasn’t available, and likely won’t be while I’m in town). Enh, oh well. That’s sort of a safety option and there are probably better safety options for me.

Dear Diary…

Still got dat special groove

So, After the “Farewell to the Interns” happy hour (2 weeks early for me, but so it goes). I was grabbing the red line north to collect my laptop (from which I am now regaling you with tales of my exploits) with my fellow intern and former stats partner Katie. As I get on the train, a cute guy in a bright purple t-shirt makes eye contact and says “Hi.” Katie and I chatter for a bit, and purple shirt guy and I keep making eye contact. He gets off with two friends, one male, one female, at the stop before my destination, says ‘bye’ and continues making eye contact and friendly smiles until the train pulls away.

Katie is amazed. She wants to know how he knew. I explain the eye contact thing, and she says she was totally oblivious.

Well, feeling impulsive after I got off the train, I booked it south. I spotted the purple shirt half a block off, walked up beside him and said hi. We chat for a bit. He’s from pittsburgh, lives in long island, and is in town ’til wednesday. He introduces me to his friends. He sends his friends into the restaurant, and goes off with me to find an ATM. We exchange numbers. He says he’ll call after dinner, and if he does, great. And if not, oh well, it was a good ego boost.

Live from the apple store.

fun evening with pharmboi

at work:

  • be reassured that I am loved by supervisor.
  • engage in office business chatter with coworker (same level as my supervisor), where he gets huffy about being confused with the other gay manager type (I’d actually confused him with my suburban mom supervisor, but oh well. Remind me never to use the phrase ‘soccer mom’ around her.)
  • send email to coworker discussing being gay in the office.
  • spend 2 hours with low level anxiety about reception of email.
  • talk to coworker in his office. He is friendly and complimentary. He says that I “have balls” for inviting the office to a pride parade event (actually, I’m easily pressured by a younger senior analyst, but leaving that aside). I share with him the frustration of surgical unhappiness + travel. He is understanding, sympathetic, and amused. I’m pretty sure he thinks I rock. I’m also pretty sure he wants me to come back to chicago field office. He did show me a shirtless pic of him and his boyfriend. I hope I look half so good when I get to be that age. Hell, I wish I looked half so good now. I still wanna check out the chicago field office.
  • realize what a pain in the ass meeting minutes can be to write up. Particularly when it’s more ‘summary of meeting events reworded to be more easily understood’ than a blow by blow of the meeting’s content.

evening before pharmboi:

  • check out chicago fitness center, minimalist, a bit out of the way, but affordable. ($300 for a year, if I go that route on my eventual return, $60/month for straight up)
  • check out gym with “tan” in its name, next to whole foods. Offers little more, way more crowded, marginally more accessible, $50 more / month. Fat fuckin chance.
  • whole foods shop-o-rama
  • home, shower, etc.
  • look in mirror and realize I have lovehandles.
    • bump up urgency of gym membership and rollerblade purchases

With pharmboi:

  • Mama Desta’s (must find better ethiopian in this town)
  • ‘milk’shakes at chicago diner
  • smokefree drinking at sidetracks, where he introduced me to midori sours, (from my limited drink vocabulary, I selected long island iced tea to follow) and then the world of podcasts.

Now home. Sleep soon. Work tomorrow.

Nat’s & Krista’s bonds of civil matrimony

So, friday I flew out of Midway to Charlotte (no delays!) to attend ‘s and ‘s (now ) wedding. Nat’s dad picked me up at the airport, and after some initial confusion, I was dropped off at the bachelor party, where I was promptly greeted by such well known figures as , , babailey, Mark Stehlik, and . All with at least one sheet to the wind. I also met new worthies, , , , and . Though I did pour myself generously, I didn’t drink much. Video game and other madness ensued. I largely got my ass kicked as a variety of princesses and puffballs in super smash bros. But in HALO 2, I held my own. Much thanks due to Mitch, my current roommate, and my fellow players’ states of inebriation.

The next day, the big day, , , and I abandoned Ken to sleeping in, hit a nearby mexican fast food joint, then returned to cleanup and go to the wedding. This is when I should have remembered the camera that entrusted me with to take a picture of him as krista entered the place of marriage. I was a dork, and completely forgot it until we were at the wedding site and had no time to turn around & get it. I made enough noise about it, though, that pulled out his camera and did it for me. Not exactly the plan, but so it goes.

The ceremony itself was very tasteful, simple, and well done. Also, pretty god-free as I recall.

Throughout the reception, we were seated next to the buffet, but the last ones given the all clear to make use of this. We made up for this by scamming half the chocolate covered strawberries for our table when dessert came. It was largely the same crowd from the bachelor party, though and Mike Tolan(?) joined us later, having suffered a similar flight experience to what I’d had to sit through earlier in the week.

I was one of the snarky people who didn’t dance and criticized the dj. To be fair, he was pretty crazy. He seemed determined to make a spectacle of the event, and succeeded in being pretty loud, and perhaps rather more attention gathering for himself than is truly appropriate for the dj at a wedding, but enh. A good time was had, regardless.

I stayed til the end of the reception, then it was back to the bat hotel. , babailey and I ended up in babailey’s room playing a card game new to Ken and I. In the end, Bryan beat Ken’s and my combined scores by 1, while Ken beat me by 1 (out of over 100). It’s an interesting 3 player trick taking game. Recommended when only three players are available.

Up in the morning, back to chicago at O’hare. Small delay taking off, but we still landed early. A day with my parents, including the Blind Faith Cafe, a walk along the beach in Evanston, grocery shopping, and a trip out to see my nw suburban aunt, uncle, and cousins (including a hyper little 19 month old, daughter of one of said cousins). Back home and collapse.

Lonely in DC

Well, I haven’t made arrangements to see my sister & spouse, , or anyone else I know or even e-know in the district. No wonder I’m bored. I’ll be in town tonight, too. Any natives interested in livening up my evening, drop me a comment. I’ll also be in town in two weeks, either tuesday and wednesday or monday through wednesday. For those of you for whom this is unclear, I’m requesting pants-on entertainment. =)

Pride summary

Saturday: Gymnastics, Howl’s Moving Castle (good for disney, somewhat disappointing for Miyazaki) with , Mexican also with Robbie, CGMC concert with where I spotted , Seth, and Wayne. (well, Seth spotted me). The concert was somewhere between okay and good. The summer practice period is pretty short, and they usually team up with another concert for it. This year, they did not, and it showed. While the staging, costumes, and coreography were impressive, the music was less so.

Afterwards, and I walked to the pick me up. Much food was had. informed me of a great deal of the inner workings of lj’ers of which I’d previously been unaware. Fascinating.

Home & bed.

Next day, big-ass, nasty tasting, tequila rich margarita in a plastic cup and bad chili with straight coworker to start the pride parade. Watching the parade with the straight coworkers from the neighborhood. Counting the protesters. (there were 7 of them). The marching band played “jesus loves me” for them. Then off to ‘s party. Wildness ensued, though I took little part in it. I had a drink or two. I remember a beer and a fruity malt beverage while surrounded by bears. I met (and may I say, christian, nice catch) and the cute, sweet, self-proclaimed slumlord, from austin. Dinner at mamacita’s where someone who doesn’t speak english so good apparently had a problem understanding both “no cheese” and “sin queso”. *sigh*. Hugs & home.

Sleep.

Up at 3:30am on a monday packing for a trip to DC. Drug Information Association annual meeting. Another waitperson with english troubles, who also understood neither “sin queso” nor “no cheese”. I miss san fran. Or maybe just El Sombrero in Berkeley.

If I do get and take a position with the gao, odds are good I will try to get a rotation through San Fran’s field office, working for the Natural Resources and the Environment team. I’d try to liver in the lower Haight. Mmmm, axum. Mmm, punky lookin’ guys.

I’m now slightly tipsy after having visited Halo (sadly asocially) and taken advantage of their second drink free happy hour special. And chatting with gay men, while in a bed & breakfast in dupont circle. I was also singing a bit of Sarah McLachlan to myself on the way back from the bar. (over and over again). I don’t think it gets much gayer without another guy being involved. *wistful sigh*

“Hey your glass is empty. It’s a hell of a long way home. Why don’t you let me take you? It’s no good to go alone.”