So it was a strange experience, eating with a large group of black folk (who repeatedly said things like, "You can't take colored folk anywhere") in the middle of a Midtown family-style Italian restaurant: there was lots of laughter, quite a bit at my crusty old Chinaman-from-math-camp routine, but I wasn't too amused, just drunk and overfed. The abuse of the waitress was thoroughly uncalled for, and hard to describe: flirtation by abuse seems like something that went out of fashion with slap-sticks and the fifth grade. In any case... that was yesterday, and today has been unproductive but cozy, despite some minor raging, all was well by th etime we'd settled down to watch Michelle Kwan's perfect performance, though Joephet's shrieks at every other sjater's falls were more than a little unnerving. And another dinner that that boy made for me tonight.. I'm really being spoiled here, even though I'm more than willing to earn my keep. Sadly, though, they don't make a figure skating game for PlayStation2... Hrmm...