Reading material has included some short stories by Salinger (thanks Sheira!) and Orwell's “Burmese Days” (found on the bookshelf at our St. Louis hosts').

All travel time, unless otherwise noted, is in the passenger seat of Adam's car and includes copious amounts of awesome conversation.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

  • 10:30 AM: Rose, shone, dialed-up Juno internet. My keychain wireless signal detector picks up a neighbor's, but the PowerBook can't quite get it.
  • 12:00 PM: Free lunch at Addie and Ben's church.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

  • 1:00 PM: Slept in like crazy. Hank and Adam hung out for a couple hours before they decided it was necessary to wake me already.
  • 2:00 PM: Bleakflunch at Le Peep. The waitress informed us we'd be given free cinnamon-almond English muffins as a result of having been seated at their worst table. We tittered politely, not understanding. She pointed at the wall behind Adam and me, where a small plaque testified “Le Peep's WORST table!” Then we laughed freely and for a minute or two. It wasn't that bad a table. No food fell to the ground, no plates moved under fork and knife, no gum stuck underneath, no shortage of room. We think it was marked as such because of its proximity to the kitchen and the entrance, but the free cinnamuffins were way more good than the table was bad. As always, the confluence of Hank and Adam resulted in further veryfine conversation.
  • 4:00 PM: Showered up, packed, joined Adam and Hank throwing a disc out back. Many crazy throwings and kickings.
  • 5:30 PM: Headed out toward St. Louis.
  • 9:30 PM: Arrived at Addie and Ben's, where Abby had arrived from Cleveland not long before. Was assailed by three friendly cats. Stepped out back. Was assailed by two enormous friendly dogs. All the humans went off to Cici's Pizza (on historic route 66) for cheap all-you-can-eat salad and pizza. We determined that Adam's housing is made inexpensive because a friend's friend works for a sister institution of Cal State. I was amused at the tenuousness of this connection, given its fundamental role in his moving out there. The friend's friend's job is considered quite secure, at least, which is good!

Friday, February 18, 2005

  • 5:30 PM: Left office. Ate ($1 value menu goodies, as is Adam's and my wont). Went home. Ripped some of Hank's CDs for road listening (including Steve Martin and Easy Rider soundtrack).
  • 8:00 PM: Played basketball at the Church of the Holy Enormous Three Full-Courts Gym And Perhaps Also God Somewhere. (Not having touched a basketball in years, I couldn't handle or shoot for shit, didn't totally remember how to move around on O, but was still OK on D.)
  • 10:30 PM: Drank more beer and had further fine conversation with Hank and Adam at The Beer Sellar. (Yes, it's spelled that way.)
  • 3:00 AM: Sleep.