Luckily, All Went Well

Saturday, Jul. 14, 2007 - 2:17 a.m.

Friday the Thirteenth was in evidence yesterday.

I was waiting for a package all mofuggin' afternoon on Friday, from UPS.

It got here at 5:45 pm. The driver looked sufficiently put out due to it being Friday the Thirteenth, so I didn't give him any grief, and I thanked him for climbing the stairs.

John got home about five minutes after the package arrived, and I implored him for a ride to the hair salon around the corner where there are two excellent stylists, and one shitbomb who can't cut a straight line to save her life.

just GUESS who was the only stylist on duty.

Yes, I stayed there. But I only let her near my bangs, and they turned out very nicely.

John then drove me down to Tar Zhay, where I found a brown shirt that is one of our school colors, to wear at the reunion.

The fog was also presesnt; that seriously drippy bone-chilling cold fog that feels like a cross between a sneeze and refrigerator.

I checked the temperature on Friday around sundown. In my neighborhood, it was about 55.

It's quite conceivable that I'm going to be somewhere on Saturday afternoon and evening that will top out at forty degrees warmer than the Friday weather of SF.

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But, nevertheless, it should be fun.

I went to one other class reunion, five years ago, when I was still in the mythical realm of AndyLand, and I was mentally and physically unstable on such a grand scale that I barely remember anything about it.

This time, I'm revved up and ready to go.

New charged up batteries, lots of digital media to fill.

I hope everybody else there has a good time, too.

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Ok, there you go. Have a lovely Saturday!

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