Yet Another Day

It's been a few days since my last entry. I went to work for the usual three day week. Last night I was at my Improv class. Before that, I went to a get together at Celia's Mexican restaurant with people from work. I thought the drinks were fitting for a chain restaurant but on the plus side, they were strong enough. I had a bright red frozen strawberry margarita or daquari - not sure which. It was good to get out and spend time with people from work, whom I like for the most part.

My improv class last night was pretty good but not quite as exciting as the first time I took it. I couldn't get in front of the group as quickly as the others and when I did, I didn't really have an idea. I generally hung back when it was time to improvise in front of the group. I partnered up with guys and girls as usual, for the exercises. At one point, when I was partnered with a girl, we were asked to mime a scene which involved removing our soaking wet clothing. Of course, this was awkward as I wasn't sure whether to act enthusiastic or stand-offish. I went with enthusiastic. But this was awkward and I entered 'creep' territory as she was not participating with the same zeal as myself. So, I had to try and relax.

Also, I wanted to go out to some bars on Tuesday because I was sick of staying in by myself. First I drove to Burlingame, thinking there was a promising group of bars downtown, which I'd never been to. I couldn't find any open bars in that area, so I believed that I'd made a mistake. Although it was already past ten-o'clock, I decided to drive to San Francisco. I went to the Mission again because it's fairly close to my apartment and I'm familiar with it. Instead of stopping at the first bar I saw, I went to the place I'd been many times. Unfortunately, I guess I ogled the bartender way too much one night about a month ago. She saw me and almost wet herself as her skin crawled, I could tell. Did I return to this bar just to check her out? I don't think so. I think I went where I was less uncomfortable. Anyways, I can go wherever I want, within reason. It's a public place, and it's not as if I'm a stalker; I'm getting sick of people (male or female) trying to hit my nerve because that's all they know how to do, although I don't think that was the case here. The criminal stalker may devote years to one person and try to communicate with them constantly, even when it's not called for; I'm just an average guy. Still, I don't think I want to go there again anytime soon, or any time within the next six months.

Another Day

I think I came up with a solid line on my cover letter today: "While my suitability for the job may not be directly evident from my resume, I bring many transferable skills from my current position which will suit me very well in this position."

Weekend

I had an interesting weekend, at least outwardly. I saw the Fabulous Thunderbirds in at the Fox Theater in Redwood City. Unfortunately, I was a couple decades too late. Well, I got there just a few minutes late but the band probably doesn't have the same chemistry it had a couple decades ago. I was thinking about seeing this concert for a long time and bought a ticket last minute, in the cheapest seats available. I spent a long time trying to figure out which seat to purchase while looking at the seating chart on the website and I could see there were a few loners sitting near me in that section. The mystery question I had was 'who are these people?' Another pressing question was where should I sit, seeing as how I was going alone? I think I chose wisely. Rather than taking the seat located directly between two groups of people, I sat in the row behind them. I noted that the two other loners on the seating chart were overweight women.

I left and came back after the opening act and the Fabulous Thunderbirds were just getting set up on the stage. Right before they started to play, the lead singer bounded onto the stage to everyone's applause while the other band kind of hung back the entire time.

Now I know what happened to David Knopfler. He's performing at the Fox Theater next weekend and that show is even cheaper. After paying $6 for a Bud Light and offering no tip, and not having a great time, I just don't think I can go to any more of these shows by myself.

But the weekend ended on a stronger note with the Pow-wow I went to on Sunday at Stanford with Doron and the girls. It was nice to have someone to go with, although I didn't do much besides walk around and eat things. I guess the highlight was getting nudged to the side by that girl I was attempting to speak with. She was just not interested in me beyond trying to sell me things. It was more interesting than just window (tent-window) shopping.

When I arrived at Tiki and Doron's house I tickled the girls more and played with them in the backyard a little. Ella wouldn't let me leave and tried to lock the door and block it physically, although she's only four. I had to pick her up and move her to the side just to leave.