Author: cheerfulchaotic

Down:

• See wolverine with Dan, Tom’s brother.
• Hit guerrilla queer bar with Emery, Sneeper, and others
• board games with Rice, Guy, Phillip, and Josh A.
• 1 day of work
• An okcupid date
• Drinks with Ted in the Castro

Up:

• 3 days of work
• Dinner with Tom, Lili, and Simon in Berkeley
• Dinner with Aaron right upstairs from where I’m staying
• Board games in the east bay with Tom, and probably Stephanie, Eric, Nathan, and others
• quality time with Angie in Berkeley, doubtless including Herbivore.
• sfgayhikers’ may hike
• fly back to chicago.

Potential:

• See this American Life Live (on repeat) – maybe not, but anyone who hasn’t seen it should.
• Attend Leo’s show.

In summary, just another bay area trip… =)

Boarding the plane to SF

The less I broadcast about my love life the better it seems to go. I suspect that neither one causes the other, but that there is a third variable underlying both. Maybe I should quit playing horse dentist, particularly for gift horses.

Thanks for all the well wishes on the occasion of my 33rd year.

Also, it seems the damn kids would not get off my lawn, so I am now frollicking with them in the magical land of facebook.

Does it count as a birthday party if you would have done it anyway?

Closest things I have have to birthday parties planned or already occurred for this year: Hosting Monday night dinner group (last night), board game night at my place (Wednesday, note, actual birthday), presumed Thursday night at MadMex on the northside while I and many others are in Pittsburgh for spring carnival (it’s been an annual tradition for awhile now).

I always wanted someone to throw me a surprise birthday party, but never have had anyone I would trust to manage the invite list. Maybe I have a secret control freak hidden deep inside sabotaging this plan. =)

I’m standing inside a large room with artificial lighting, connected to open hallways with no view of the outside. It resembles the underground tunnels that riddle the University of Minnesota campus, or certain corridors from the hospital where my father worked. I am talking with the professor who gave me the C+ I earned, after she set us up to fail and another anonymous figure. The Berkeley professor I have an academic crush on shows up. We are discussing my future. I express uncertainty as to what I want to do. My academic crush chastises me, saying that was why he didn’t let me in. Rage boils over inside me.

This Thursday afternoon/evening I’ll be flying out to Pittsburgh for nerd homecoming^W^WSpring Carnival*.

Two weeks from tomorrow, I fly out to DC primarily for work purposes, but my Wednesday evening has already been claimed. Depending on various work things, this trip may get extended.

The first week in May (5/2-5/10), I’ll be heading out to SF for my usual two weekends+the week in between specials.

*=I came up with this shorthand, which amuses me greatly, when having to explain it to two romantic connections who have no connection to CMU. Booth, buggy, and bot requires too much explanation, but does form an amusing parallel to guns, gays, and god.

Up by 6:15, had a bowl of oatmeal first thing, paid my credit card debt down to $0.00 (might even last a day or two), and hitting the gym.

I wonder if I ever would have predicted this life for me. =)

In the spirit of unreservedly positive posts, I’d like to say okcupid is a wonderful service. It is free, it has amusing multiple choice tests to take, it’s reliable, it has a neat personality compatability prediction system, which seems to have worked well for me, and I’ve met several neat guys through it, including Chip and Pliny.

I recommend it.