Friday, May 16, 2003

The evening in a word,

The evening in a word, courtesy of Dayv: “Zentastic.” This morning, a perfect Klee of a single drop of sangria on the grey fabric of my sack, now stained the color of sweetness. 

Bleary breakfast, Kel and my one chance today to be in the same place at the same time.  We’re stumbling around the kitchen and she wants to know about last night.  It was a big night, in part because, among many superlative persons whom I was meeting in person for the first time, one of these was Greg, with whom my prior efforts to consummate our relationship, so to speak, had been a tragic and bloody failure.  In full cognizance of the gravity of this occasion, Kel asked a few questions on said subject in particular.  I mentioned, in the course of ensuing mumbled recollections about the good doctor, that Greg had brought up the Gilmore Girls in conversation.  Kel’s face lit up.  “Really?  He watches Gilmore Girls?” “Yes he does.” “This guy may be all right after all!” I don’t question her conclusion, but I question her premise.