I almost have a social life!
Well, sort of. At any rate I had a very busy weekend.

Friday Kesa called to say she was coming to Chicago and we should hang out. We agreed she'd call Friday night when she got in. I waited until about midnight, but when she hadn't called I went to bed (proof of no social life. ah well.)

Saturday I had to be at work at 9--eww. "Project Day" (which I still call clean-up day out of spite) went well and culminated in a whiffle ball game at the shop. The other team won, but not because of me. Mostly because we kept having to re-gaff tape the ball and eventually no one was hitting anything. But I suppose my two hard ground outs and one strike out didn't help.
Then I went home to do homework before going out to a party. Meanwhile Kesa called to ask if I wanted to pre-drink/watch her get a tattoo. I said "sure, as long as its around 10". She said "what about 9?" I said "maybe. call me". (this becomes important later).
While the boy watched the Yankees lose to the Marlins (yay!) I did work. Kesa called at 9. I said I couldn't leave my neighborhood until the game was over since I was taking the boy to the party. This made her extremely mad (I could hear her friends obnoxious comments about me in the background too, which didn't help). Mad enough that she missed the "and I'm not done with my work yet. but if you want to go somewhere in my neighborhood later, that'd work". Mad enough that she had someone else call me--on her cell--several times to get the address of the party and directions to it. Including one conversation that went something like this:
Me: It's near the intersection of Damen and Division.
Him: where's that?
Me: Wicker Park--do you live in Chicago?
Him: Yes
Me: ok, well it's easy. Where are you now?
Him: on Belmont, near Clark
Me: ok, well that's my neighborhood. You need to go south and west. go south to damen and then west over toward division. (directions, more directions, recommendations on routes, etc.)
Him: so I should take Belmont south?
Me: Belmont runs east-west...

Amazingly enough they made it to the party alive. Kesa had a brand new (and pretty cool) tattoo of the Fibonacci spiral on her shoulder and was less mad once she saw me. I remained irritated, but whatever.

Anyway, the party was this amazing group of U of Cers from the classes of '98-'04 and hipsters. It reconfirmed my idea that powder-blue suits are really not meant to be worn. And that showers are good things. It also made me feel both very young and very old. Young because there were a couple people I'd been terrified of as a young student, old because I felt way to old to be at what felt like a college party. But it was a lot of fun, a good mix of people, and overall a good party. I didn't have a single drink, which may be why I was more contemplative then others. We left around 1:30, which due to the miracle of daylight savings was actually 12:30. Went home and watched some American Gladiators (on MTv2 I believe) before crashing.

Sunday I drove the boy around and then met Kesa for breakfast. Spent the late morning/early afternoon finishing my homework. Spent the afternoon with another friend. Came home to send the homework to everyone in my group before our conference call.
Obviously this was the perfect time for comcast to decide to go down.
I spent from 7 to nearly midnight dealing with trying to get the assignment sent out (except for when I was in the conference call). I pretty quickly had given in and used ye-olde-dial up with the 56K connection, but couldn't get the attachments to go through. It was at this point that I began screaming at all comcast employees. In my head, since of course the only information about how to contact my ISP is...online.
This morning I wrote them a nasty complaint. But I think it's valid. I don't spend $50/month to have my service crap out at random times for several hours. So there.
This also means that I didn't know about the wildfires in California until this morning. It's really bizarre sometimes how I get all my email from the internet or NPR, and I only listen to NPR on my commute.

Now I'm at work delaying more phone calls and conversations about the T-W fiasco. More complications this weekend--apparently the same disgruntled student who sent anonymous emails also told my boss's boss that I was deliberately avoiding paying the royalties.

People.

This morning I decided it was scarf weather but not hat&gloves weather. I was wrong.
- posted by Heidi @ 9:46 AM