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Rotisserie Lettuce.
May. 24th, 2002 12:51 pmI've worked three days so far this week, and I've gone out three mornings so far this week. It's eerie. Can one become sociable this quickly?
On Wednesday, it was the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in the Valley; on Thursday, it was the Equator in Pasadena; and today, it was a special promotion held by a local radio show. A bar opened at 7:30 a.m.? Is there any way I can justify not taking the opportunity? It's not like this happens all the time. Amazingly enough, good times and good conversations were had at all three locations. This may be habit-forming.
On the way back home, on the freeway, I heard about an apartment fire. This was annoying, since it was very close to the freeway and thus caused much unnecessary slowing as drivers stopped to say, "Oooh, smoke." But as I drove past, I realized, "Whoa, that's really close to where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veek's family lives. In fact, that looks like almost exactly the place."
I rushed home as fast as I could. I turned on the local news looking for the inevitable local helicopter coverage. Sure enough, when I got my bearings, it appeared that the fire was across the street from veek's mother's apartment. By this time, my computer was booted, and the DSL was connected. Is veek online? Nope.storme is, and I ask if she's seen veek. She hasn't, not surprising seen she's still flying into the UK. At her urging, though, I look for the cell phone number veek gave when she was visiting LA, her mother's cell phone number. And I call.
After a few moments of explaining who I was and why I was calling her cell phone, veek's mother assured me that she was fine and had luckily been at home to take care of veek's grandmother as well. The fire was, by then, mostly contained, and it was clear that it would not spread further, even though she still had to wait in the street until the firemen gave the all clear.
So yes, I worry too much, but it's all good when everyone turns out to be safe. Now it's late, and I have to get to bed.
On Wednesday, it was the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in the Valley; on Thursday, it was the Equator in Pasadena; and today, it was a special promotion held by a local radio show. A bar opened at 7:30 a.m.? Is there any way I can justify not taking the opportunity? It's not like this happens all the time. Amazingly enough, good times and good conversations were had at all three locations. This may be habit-forming.
On the way back home, on the freeway, I heard about an apartment fire. This was annoying, since it was very close to the freeway and thus caused much unnecessary slowing as drivers stopped to say, "Oooh, smoke." But as I drove past, I realized, "Whoa, that's really close to where
veek's family lives. In fact, that looks like almost exactly the place."I rushed home as fast as I could. I turned on the local news looking for the inevitable local helicopter coverage. Sure enough, when I got my bearings, it appeared that the fire was across the street from veek's mother's apartment. By this time, my computer was booted, and the DSL was connected. Is veek online? Nope.
storme is, and I ask if she's seen veek. She hasn't, not surprising seen she's still flying into the UK. At her urging, though, I look for the cell phone number veek gave when she was visiting LA, her mother's cell phone number. And I call.After a few moments of explaining who I was and why I was calling her cell phone, veek's mother assured me that she was fine and had luckily been at home to take care of veek's grandmother as well. The fire was, by then, mostly contained, and it was clear that it would not spread further, even though she still had to wait in the street until the firemen gave the all clear.
So yes, I worry too much, but it's all good when everyone turns out to be safe. Now it's late, and I have to get to bed.
