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Catch Up
Wednesday, January 27, 1999 Looking back a year, I see I was using the green-tea scented soap, lotion, and body spray that I still like now! A testament to the quality of the scent, I think. My first evening back from Potlatch, I just rested, and worked on the pictures I took. I didn't get the journal entries written until Tuesday evening. My sister in Delaware even sent me mail, bugging me to update! So rather than go dancing I wrote. I didn't want the weekend to fade away before I got it done. I'm going through a phase again of feeling extreme fatigue during my drive home in the afternoon. I must start getting to sleep earlier! I also need to start putting in some more hours at work, since we are getting down to a deadline.
I had dinner tonight with Helen, at the wine bar attached to the Century Ballroom. I hadn't seen her since last August, I think! It was cold, windy and rainy, as we walked down the hill. There's been a lot of care devoted to this little restaurant. Coppery walls, a long bench with a red velvet cushion, purple mums in a vase. We chose from the menu of tapas and had a very good meal. Too bad I'd had a snack at home, when I thought Helen wouldn't get off work until an hour later. We talked about her job and classes, when she'll be gone from here and when she'll be back. She asked me about the latest journal stuff (there's a plague of envy going around) since she's so busy with statistics classes that she's not doing much reading. For desert, we split a chocolate chip cookie; and Chef Rip split a portion of creme brulée into two tiny bowls, and bruléed the sugared tops with a propane torch right then. Delicious! After Helen left, I went into the ballroom proper and waited for the dance to begin, watching the class with Tony [?], a lindy hopper from Tacoma that I'd met a few weeks back. There was a live combo, fronted by Mae Palmer. I like her voice! I danced with Mike Ernst, Brian, Dan, and several others, but I didn't stay late. I had a stroke of luck (or a kindly bus driver) on the way home. A bus was pulling up just as I left the building, and I couldn't make up my mind if I had time to try to run to the stop, a half-block away. The driver must have seen me looking over my shoulder, since he pulled up to the stop, opened the door, and waited for me! This is really unprecedented! and much appreciated on a cold, rainy night.
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