... how a day may turn out. I'm beginning to feel like Doogie Howser as I type into this every night. This is the closest I'll ever get to being a doctor. Anyway, I had a very gratifying and rewarding day. I've started 40% of every day this week with a bad attitude, so it would appear that the key to ending on a good note every day is to start it as a sourpuss. At 4:30 I headed to the mall to pick up a gift for Cirrus. This was the other kicker: I had a $50 gift card at J. Crew, $20 store credit at Victoria's Secret, and $20 store credit at Macy's. Tell me that isn't a gold mine. It felt glorious to shop with such liberty. I was looking for a new pair of shoes for spring, mostly. Just when I thought that I would not be able to use my various currencies today, I came across a darling pair of black leather sandles at J. Crew. They were on sale for $59.95, so with the store credit I ended up paying $15 for a very solid, classy, and useful pair of shoes. Fantastic.
I got ready in a hurry and after Po got here we headed downtown to Bandar. We were going together but I knew on the way back I'd be by myself because she was meeting a blind date that she had somehow convinced to drive all the way from Anaheim. Girls and their wiles! There were more people waiting at the restaurant than we expected -- something like 20 in our party -- and I was lucky enough to be able to sit next to the birthday girl herself. Paul was so sweet and he bought me a rose, even if Joe said the vendor smelled like urine. Joe was another ball of laughs. There was a leftover piece of bitten chicken on Cyrus' (a guy, not the birthday girl, Cirrus) plate and I teased Joe about taking that home in his doggy bag. He said that he had no problem with it, because they were "brothers." Fantastic.
Somebody should tell the DJ at the Onyx Room to enter the twenty-first century. The music there tonight sucked fat monkey balls but I saw a lot of people I wanted to see and met new ones I was glad to meet. Had me a nice tall Sex on the Beach and Eric treated me to a glass bottle of Evian after that. I'm delighted that this prescription also means that tomorrow I won't be hung over. I talked at length to Stefan again, who as an Irish-British-American is surprisingly fond of Cocary and Sam Woo. Fantastic.
To top it all off, I came home to my preset recording of Michelle Kwan on Jay Leno. She was radiant, and I felt more at peace for her than I had all week. She talked about how disappointed she was, but not in a way where you felt sorry or uncomfortable for her. She took the whole thing very matter-of-factly and I was proud that she was so honest and practical. Don't we all have dreams that don't quite come true? But we don't all accept it; we tend to make excuses or blame others. Michelle really is a remarkable person. She was engaging, relaxed, attractive, and funny. I'm really happy for her and will be rooting for her when she goes to Nagano in a few weeks for the 2002 World Championships. Fantastic.
I've got this feeling that I want to listen to Debussy or Puccini. But I've got Pink's "Don't Let Me Get Me" on the Winamp so I may have to just settle for that. Fantastic.
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