What else, what else, what else...Catch Up.

Where to begin, where to begin. Well, first, sorry about not writing for a while. I was working on a huge project with a heavy deadline and yada yada yada, here I am.

It turns out that Macy's shuts down my block, among others, to blow up their balloons for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. So up and down my block were giant characters from shows I have never seen. I mean what ever happened to Underdog, Garfield and Bullwinkle? The f'ked up thing was that out my window, three floors up, I was eye level with Pikachu. I felt like Fay Wray.

Thanksgiving itself was great. I finally got to meet David's dog Oliver. He's a Labradoodle. Which looks like a blonde permed-up lab. Dinner was excellent and the company divine.

That same weekend was my 10th year High School Reunion. Now if you read my previous post about this, you might recall, I had very little interest in going. But, after some brilliant coercing by Robin and David, I forked over the sixty bucks and made plans to attend the event.

It was f'ked up. Fuuuucked up! I haven't felt like I didn't belong some where that bad since, I don't know....high school.

My friend Mark had a plan, and excellent plan at that. He staked out a position and held his ground, waiting for anyone to come find him to talk. It worked out well. He saw a smattering of people, conversed for a while, and was done with them.

Me? I tried my best not to make too much eye contact. The group that I did speak to had actually changed pretty significantly. Bohemians to business women, geeks to power attorneys, pot enthusiasts to future doctors.

The best part had to be when I arrived, the welcoming committee, whom I would assume would know each face as they walked in, or after a couple of seconds at least, had no idea who I was. After two failed guesses, my welcomer needed to get a consult. Itsa the besta siixty dollor you evera spent.

The party before was great, and the evening after, a riot.

Whatelse, whatelse, whatelse. - Oh, my G5 is up and running finally. Though I think my Airport Card might still be a bitch.

And finally, what better way to usher in the new month than with another appointment with the good people at Time Warner. While they've assured me that I should be all sorted out today, I'm looking forward to future appointments like a child on Christmas morn. Or so I'm told.

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