Wednesday morning was the first day any of the "Google Phones" became available! I got up a little early and headed to the T-Mobile store on Broadway with the hopes that I could score one on my way to work. I expected pandemonium, but I got there 5 minutes after the store opened and was only the FIFTH person that showed up.
On Friday, Tara came from Texas to stay with us for a couple of days! Yay! We hadn't seen her since her and Greg's wedding in March! Here she is showing Meredith new pictures of Lucy.
Later that night I met up with Mike Doyle (the guy responsible for 100% of the fun I had when I lived in San Franciso - AND the guy responsible for me going to Korea and Japan!) and then he got on the horn and got ahold of...
Sweet shirt, btw. (Afterwards, we went back to my room at Sarah's apartment and started plotting our evil plan to paint a mural out on Fatty's back deck).
Because I'd waited so long before making up my mind to buy tickets, the only flight I could find to Austin left from Neward at 5:45am. So I decided to just stay up all night and then catch a cab to Newark.
"Yes, hello. I'm calling from across the bar...can you please turn down your giant fan? As you can probably see, it's making my hair look quite silly. No, I'm over to your left. I'm wearing a blue sweatsh...Hey! Stop laughing! Just turn down your fan, ok?"
"No, you listen to me, Kurt Loder! I was the star of that show! You hear me? The STAR! I don't care if you don't want me back on for the next season because without me, you got nothing. NOTHING!"
A week earlier Leigh had asked me if I'd be one of the DJs at her party. I was like "Uh, I don't know how to DJ, remember?" She was all "You don't have to beat-match and shit. Just bring a bunch of songs that you think will get people dancing. I'll take you over early and show you how to use the decks. It'll take twenty minutes." True to her word, she picked me up in a cab a few hours before her party was set to start, took me over to Luke and Leroy's (Here's the bday girl pulling a face)...
In the midst of our maxing and relaxing, Grant got a call on his cell from his Grammy Pammy in England (who is probably the only octagenarian who is a regular reader of my site)!
In the end, I ended up fishing his wallet out of his pants and looking up his name and address (if memory serves correctly, I think his name was Brice or something like that). Here's Tinny holding his phone to his ear as we took turns calling people in his phone trying to get someone who knew him to confirm his address so we could put him in a cab. (In the end, we were never able to confirm where he lived so we sat him down outside with a bottle of water and went back inside. When I came out an hour later, he was passed out and had pissed his pants and we ended up calling the cops who sent an ambulance for him. Doh!) Anybody know who this guy is?
We took this picture of us both speaking with her and assured her that it'd eventually be posted on the site. So here's a big shout out to Grammy Pam! (Here's a pic of her from when we were in London last year! She's the one immediately to Grant's left!)
After some frantic late night form-filling, I managed to make it over to the Penn Station Post office with my tax return with a whopping 46 minutes to spare before the tax deadline.
Sad! The small text that you can't read in the pic says "Please call before March 2004!" Anyone up for calling and finding out what they ended up naming the baby? Email me.
I'm sort of a lightweight as it is so by the time I'd finished my second pint (well before 11am) I was pretty much drizzunk. Here's Phil calling Grant (who at the time was living at a ranch in Northern California and working on his book) and telling him what poof I was for being drunk off two pints. Hahaha.
Back in high school, Peter played guitar in a band with Scott Jentzen called Symaryan. Peter asked about Scott and they hadn't talked in a few years so we called him (and woke his married ass up). Incidentally, I just Googled the name "Symaryan" hoping that I could find some obscure mention of them from way back in the day (we're talking like '91-'92 here) and all that came back was a transcript of some text-based Dungeons and Dragons game (M.U.D.) where somebody's magic warrior elf-sprite is name "Symaryan." Too bad you think I'm kidding.
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