"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
And... I'm spent.

Last night Cronin, Melissa, Harry, Shari and I decided to hit up Pietro's in Rittenhouse for dinner. As Cronin, Melissa and I were taking the Penn bus (air-conditioned bus! What will they think of next? Rich would have been more amazed than he was by the trolley yesterday afternoon) we saw Evan and Maggie walking by. Me being me, I txt'd Evan "You are wearing a white shirt."

A few minutes later, after we got off the noisy bus and headed to Cronin's to drop shit off, I called Evan. He answered with "You are a creepy motherfucker."

Anyway, so we all met up at Pietro's eventually. Some bum was saying some stuff to me when Harry showed up, and Harry ended up deflecting him. "Man, always gotta help you out." I was tired and oblivious. I didn't even realize the bum dude was talking to me.

They had to split us up which was annoying, but eating was more gooder than standing around for 30 minutes waiting for one of the big tables to open up. Cronin, M and I got some pizza and shared a salad; the other table of suckers ordered real food and had to wait a fair bit longer than us. Our waitress was totally better than theirs, too.

Afterwards, I was feeling pretty tired and felt a headache coming on so I headed home. Eventually I took a nap and the headache went away. Now I am awake, posting pointlessly long blog entries and drinking Mt Dew instead of sleeping. I'm going to get a call around 1400 from Cronin to go to the store to pick up BBQ shit, and it's going to be a somewhat long day, so I should be sleeping. But. Eh.

I think instead if I will finish Earth Made of Glass so that I can spend the rest of the weekend reading Rainbow's End. Vernor Vinge sure is freakin' awesome.

July 1, 2006 3:38 AM