EMERYVILLE — We’re back in the Bay Area so Mark can catch up on work and pick up his nifty new laptop. Today, I grabbed lunch at the international market place in Emeryville. I got a combo plate from the Thai food stand. Pad Thai and Beef Curry. Hearty and yum. Lunchtime forces strangers to be generous with table space. I was no exception. A couple of yuppies joined my table with a word of thanks. A dude with the grande quesdilla asked me if my combo dish was spicy. I said no. I tried to read my USA Today….but some folks feel like they need to share their dating adventures with the rest of the world….and at top volume.
One of his co-workers launched into a bitch session about a date he went on with a gril from his office. Apparently, they went dancing with one of her guy friends. At the end of the night, he said the girl told him she got the number for the club owner. “We can go here for free, next time,” he recalled her saying. His office mates expressed some concern about that. Apparently it’s not in good taste to be scoring digits while you’re on a date with another guy. His female co-workers said the girl may have said that to get a reaction out of him.
A few days later, they made plans to see a movie with one of his female friends. They spent about an hour trying to figure out which movie to see. He said they agreed to figure it out later. When later rolled around, his female friend called and told him the girl couldn’t go to the movies with them. “She said under her breath something about going to a wedding with her baby’s daddy,” he told his office mates.
The next day, he said when he brought the failed movie attempt, she told him she totally forgot about it.
Damn, thank God I’m not dating any more. It sounds rough out there!
Yesterday…I drove into Berkeley to pick up Mark from Haas. I had the radio tuned to 92.7 FM. During my drive, the Dj said one of their station dudes was giving out free backpacks at the Jamba Juice in Berkeley. He said the dude was on Telegraph Ave. Now, I remember Jamba Juice being on Bancroft - which intersects Telegraph. I figured I had a decent chance of snapping a free bag. So after I picked up Mark, we jammed down telegraph. I saw an Asian dude with a sport bike. He wore a black 92.7 FM t-shirt. I said hi and asked if he was the dude from the station. He said yes and he looked relieved. Apparently, I was the last listener to pick up the free stuff. Now he could go home. He asked if I would do a call-in and I agreed. So, thirty minutes later, we hear my phone conversation with the DJ going over the airwaves. I sounded like a dork….but hey, I got a free backpack with t-shirts, a beanie hat and a dance mix CD. Not bad….sometimes it pays to listen to mainstream radio.
And now…a song kinda stuck in my head…hoping it will mean something…something good for me.
Dust In The Wind
by Kansas
I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moments gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are dust in the wind
Same old song
just a drop of water
in the endless see
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
Now, don´t hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away
And all your money
won`t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
all we are dust in the wind
dust in the wind
dust in the wind
[from lyricsdomain.com]
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