Daily Update

I had to excuse myself from work early today (at 5:32. By the time I got to my car it was 5:36). I was meeting my friend to give back his wifes accordion. Yes, it was the friend who I spoke with on Saturday, and that I mentioned yesterday. I cleared my mind of all negative thoughts on the ride over to his office. I arrived at my destination at 5:54pm. I delivered the package by 5:56. We greeted each other briefly by "Hi, how's it going"s being exchanged. I figured it was best to put it all on the table right at the beginning. So I asked how the 'transition' was going, to the 'new' [him]. He said it was weird, but he was getting by. I suggested that it should be easier to live in a place like LA, than a place like 'small-town America' for his situation. We talked about who else knew 'his little secret'. He had only told one other person and that person had told one other. I think he's carefully controlling the spread of his news, which is understandable. He was going to meet up with another gay dude that we know from school (probably to find out how to act as a gay dude). By this time the chick we know, who he works with, came up to us and I then strategically changed the conversation to who she was 'hanging out' with. I was funny. She was embarrassed. At the same time she was 'strategically' trying to find out what I knew of 'his situation' and he just told her that he has divulged all info to me. I reminded her that I was the foremost trafficker of information in the area. His news is still shocking to me, but I've now come to terms with it within my own mind. Our gay friend suggested that he see a therapist, and I told him that most people should see one, and he will definitely need to talk through some issues before to long.

Anyway; on a friendlier note, I also went to FHE at our ward building. We were playing Kickball. Our ward vs the Santa Monica singles ward. There were about 20 players and 50 spectators. I was one of the spectators who felt it was more important to socialize than to show people how to kick a ball. There were a bunch of 'old dude stalker types' that were parading around too. They kept introducing themselves to the people I was talking to. I felt like they were just waiting right behind me, and then poaching upon whoever I wanted to talk to, ie all my friends. In this setting [although annoying] it was tolerable, but if we had been in a bar, I would have thrown a drink on them and had my friends take them out back and 'straighten them out', if you know what I mean. I threw off their game-plan by relocating to different groups of people and when I saw them start to hover behind
me, I would move again. Eventually I lost them in the crowd, but then as I started leaving the field, they all started swarming like vultures. Just despicable.

After they turned the lights out on us at the field, groups started forming for after parties. My group, the cooler kids, went to Cafe 50's. While there we played Yatzee. (they have games there to play.) On my first roll I immediately rolled two 4's and three 6's. A Full-House. When my second roll came, I threw two 5's and
three 3's. Another full house. The next roll I got 3 of a kind, then four of a kind. I was feeling good. I got a couple more decent rolls, but by the end I couldn't roll even one three in three different rolls, the only number I needed. I was really good at rolling Random assortments of numbers, only being able to turn it
into something good once every two or three turns. It went from painful to tragic. Jeff kept yelling at people to hurry their turn up throughout the game. He wanted
to go home I think. Danny, Rick, and Josh kept discussing the odds and probabilities of each number coming up each time. Danny the argumentative lawyer, Rick who does that sort of market analyzation for a living, and Josh who would just try to reason with everyone else. It was entertaining. Allana just sat in the corner and just played along. My final score was 235. Three people got better than me. The night was sustained by the usual pancakes and a Rocky-Road shake. My tummy cheered as I dove into my food.

I'm listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. That silly Jean Valjean.

Lunch was sponsored by the jamba juice in the ucla union building, and accompanied by some of the kids that work and study there. (it didn't hit the spot like it normally should. I should have gone for a sandwich.