Date 94 - Truth in advertising?

originally posted Saturday, October 01, 2005

A is tall! He's actually as tall as he says he is! About 6' 2" - hooray!
But he's a bigg'un! His pictures must be 10 years old... He's a really big guy, which is fine, but unexpected.

He's a little sloppy with his shirt untucked, but otherwise, put together OK. Upon seeing me he tells me he's nervous. I'm flattered.
We settle down into a table and chit chat...

I'm way too chattery -- mainly due to my third caffeinated beverage of the day, which means I'm mainlining now and my reactor core may overload at any moment. Where are the dilithium crystals when you need them?! Damn it!

We have some good conversation. He calls me a brat several times and kids me about being older than him... at which point I ask him to call me Mrs. Robinson. Koo-koo-ka-choo! [Is that kinky?]

The coffee people are trying to close up shop so we move to our next venue and drive over to the Draft House on Burnet & Medical for a pitcher of hefeweisen. He stands in line while I grab a table. Already an efficient division of labor -- I'm liking this. Plus we're clowning from a distance which gives me a chance to do my retarded sign language routine. Good times!

All in all, a lovely evening.