i'm turning into my dad
hit the company office party friday night. was at our ceo's estate. that's not an exagerration. it's ridiculous suburban fortress behind a guarded gate where each entrant has to show their ID.
our ceo has hit two homeruns (one of which he took public). all indications suggest that the current gig may even be a grand slam. anyway, pretty tame for an office party. good food and wine. i kept trying to talk co-workers into jumping into the pool, swimming a lap, and then getting out and walking around with wet clothing and pretending that nothing had happened. no bites.
afterwards made a rare appearance at midtown. thankfully, we go there while katie's crew had not yet migrated from front page news to 1150. i hate covers. i hate $20 covers. i hate $20 covers and the requisite $7 beers (yeah yeah ny and bostoners, i know that's nothing, but down here my tuesday night spot serves pitchers for $3.25. that's right, the whole fucking pitcher). finally, i hate $20 covers, $7 beer, and nonstop techno. oh, and the inevitable vin diesel look-alikes roaming the club trolling for chicks. so i don't like 1150.
it was cool to see just about all of katie's crew out--i think it's been literally years since we all hung out together. inevitably, i stand with keith and jessica and talk about 1) cool postings on theforce.net 2) whether serenity is as good as jessica claims it is 3) if firefly is the best one-season show ever, better than my so-called life and freaks and geeks.
[the answers: 1) lucas produced a little-known made-for-tv movie with the entire cast, set immediately after episode IV. it aired once and featured the introduction of bobba fett. the summary can be found here 2) the jury is still out 3) yes ]
i was pretty amped b/c i parked for free. in midtown, that's $10 back in my pocket. mrs. wintermute was at once disbelieving and happy for me. she was a little annoyed when i circled the block when we arrived, refusing to pull into any one of a number of lots or garages. she gave me $10 as i dropped her off in front of the bar, announcing something to the effect of, "face it, you're going to have to pay for parking."
as i gloated, i realized that i'm reallying turning into my father. 3 years ago, on mrs. wintermutes first vacation with my parents and me, my dad insisted on finding free air for the tires. in ohio, air is free. in georgia, it's not.
it costs fifty cents.
my dad put two kids through out of state university, including one through private university. but fifty cents for air bothers him.
so we drove around for 20 minutes from gas station to gas station. mrs. w could not believe it. we finally found an air pump that cost a mere quarter. my dad shook his head. no way. mrs w fished a quarter from the floor and offered to pay for it out her own pocket. my dad refused. finally, i told him i would get up early the next day and find a station with free air.
our ceo has hit two homeruns (one of which he took public). all indications suggest that the current gig may even be a grand slam. anyway, pretty tame for an office party. good food and wine. i kept trying to talk co-workers into jumping into the pool, swimming a lap, and then getting out and walking around with wet clothing and pretending that nothing had happened. no bites.
afterwards made a rare appearance at midtown. thankfully, we go there while katie's crew had not yet migrated from front page news to 1150. i hate covers. i hate $20 covers. i hate $20 covers and the requisite $7 beers (yeah yeah ny and bostoners, i know that's nothing, but down here my tuesday night spot serves pitchers for $3.25. that's right, the whole fucking pitcher). finally, i hate $20 covers, $7 beer, and nonstop techno. oh, and the inevitable vin diesel look-alikes roaming the club trolling for chicks. so i don't like 1150.
it was cool to see just about all of katie's crew out--i think it's been literally years since we all hung out together. inevitably, i stand with keith and jessica and talk about 1) cool postings on theforce.net 2) whether serenity is as good as jessica claims it is 3) if firefly is the best one-season show ever, better than my so-called life and freaks and geeks.
[the answers: 1) lucas produced a little-known made-for-tv movie with the entire cast, set immediately after episode IV. it aired once and featured the introduction of bobba fett. the summary can be found here 2) the jury is still out 3) yes ]
i was pretty amped b/c i parked for free. in midtown, that's $10 back in my pocket. mrs. wintermute was at once disbelieving and happy for me. she was a little annoyed when i circled the block when we arrived, refusing to pull into any one of a number of lots or garages. she gave me $10 as i dropped her off in front of the bar, announcing something to the effect of, "face it, you're going to have to pay for parking."
as i gloated, i realized that i'm reallying turning into my father. 3 years ago, on mrs. wintermutes first vacation with my parents and me, my dad insisted on finding free air for the tires. in ohio, air is free. in georgia, it's not.
it costs fifty cents.
my dad put two kids through out of state university, including one through private university. but fifty cents for air bothers him.
so we drove around for 20 minutes from gas station to gas station. mrs. w could not believe it. we finally found an air pump that cost a mere quarter. my dad shook his head. no way. mrs w fished a quarter from the floor and offered to pay for it out her own pocket. my dad refused. finally, i told him i would get up early the next day and find a station with free air.
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