7/3
stripeystock, the weeklong celebration of 24-dom, continues. (saturday was clan thing, monday clan came over to polish off leftovers, tomorrow is buca di beppo and saturday is, i dunno, a walk in the park? ironically on my actual birthday i am working. or something.) today was give-myself-a-present day so i went to ohelo road and bought a girlie thing. it's total nonsense and i love it. anyway i pretty much live in jeans (and not designer jeans, either) and t-shirts and i don't think buying one ultra-feminine piece of clothing is being so very extravagant.
i'm not being defensive!
also had a pizza lunch with Eugene's Brother. (hey speaking of food and the brothers, Eugene's Brother's friend Eugene hooked us up at Taste of Honolulu with lots of kick-ass stuff. you are perhaps thinking how wrong this sounds, as TOH is an Easter Seals fundraiser, but believe me, we [ok Eugene's Brother] spent a lot of money anyway. things we sampled: gordon biersch fries and kalua pork sandwich; sam choy's fried poke wrap; somebody's shrimp w/garlic mashed potatoes; colony's 16-layer chocolate cake and tomato/onion salad; ciao mein's marble pasta w/scallops.)
back to the pizza lunch, which happened to be a pizza buffet, which is a great concept if you're a pizza freak. last time we did pizza buffet, the big G ate 14 slices. props. vomitous props. i've lost my appetite.
went to see "minority report" last night. good! go see. one thing: i'm assuming the year 2054 (or thereabouts) was a detail philip k. dick wrote and that the filmmakers decided to keep as such? a few decades ago 2054 might have seemed mind-bogglingly futuristic (heck "the year 2000" sounded space-age in the '90s) but to think in 50 years people could surrender so many constitutional and human rights (not to mention the m.c. escher roadways ...) der, i know it's science fiction. but it's still supposed to be somewhat conceivable, right?
7/4
menu: garlic bread w/mozzarella; two gargantuan salads, house & caesar; garlic mashed potatoes; chicken parmigiana; spaghetti w/ asteroid meatball; linguine w/white clam sauce; ravioli. i even shared with everyone else. hehe. i am full.
7/5
ice cream and chain letters for breakfast. mmm!
having lunch monday with fellow ex-editor. yay!
d gave me "sex & the city." parents gave me 2 parties, both of which i said i didn't need but enjoyed muchly when they went ahead anyway. relatives gave me me cards, money and (inadvertently) guilt trips about not working this summer. san francisco P director sent a card. aunty aunty and uncle gave me a silver dolphin necklace. my mommy guppy gave me 25 more babies. i gave some to the betta. he thanked me.
the week is almost up. will report on tomorrow later (obviously.) i'd be more than happy to play scrabble and eat sandwiches. does he believe me?
7/7
he said it's over. just like that. how could he? i should have seen it coming -- these things never last forever. but i never wanted it to end. HOW CAN MY BIRTHDAY WEEK BE OVER?!
went to the zoo, played scrabble and ate sushi. so i was more than happy. it was perfect. it was ... rad. like the tape collection i can throw away now. the return of stripey hits: serial killer clowns and perfect gentlemen. marky mark and the new power generation djs. and for even more head-spinning fun (if you be kickin' the flava that makes you wanna jump): tapegirl (what!?), including delicacies like firehouse, some aaliyah, some real mccoy ... and a really mean 20 fingers song. for starters.
he made me three cards; two got framed. they're both ... sitting up in my room. also he pillaged and burned his way to bethseda, MD to find me a special shirt i've been wanting for a long time. something about a chinese laundry ...
so, okay, hmph, it's over. fine. but there'll always be music, the flava that makes you wanna jump. how high? real high, he's just so fly, a young lovable huggable type of guy ...