I could appreciate that."
-The Bartender
in the 2000 film, URBANIA
Twenty-five years ago today:
August 11, 1986
Monday
Per the local morning NEWSCAST there is no strike except for NYNEX (New York New England Telephone). I received a copy of the tentative agreement in the mail. It’s really not so bad a settlement.
I had lunch with Patrick Brent today. Patrick brought along some young kid who flew in from Houston. He’s the son of a gal that Patrick went to school with. Patrick deservedly got a parking ticket. We ate at the Franciscan Restaurant. Patrick offered me the ‘taking on’ of a Management Trainee post with Laura Todd Cookies. Somehow I don’t really think it’s my cup of tea. However, if the price is right I might reconsider.
I didn’t return to the Pac Bell Office until 2PM. No one seemed to notice as I made it clear that I was having lunch with a Pac Bell customer (which was true—sort of).
I went to mom’s house after work. I ate pizza and Laura Todd cookies. I reached my tilt. I was full.
At 7:30PM I went to the gym. I worked out with Jeanette Melcher and then I talked to Tina Titus a little bit (Mark’s ex-girlfriend from high-school). Mark didn’t really say anything to me today. I had left a message for him at his TI (Texas Instruments) job to see how his two week notice delivery worked out. He never returned my call.
Anne beeped her horn at me just as I was walking to my car in the gym parking lot.
She rolled down her window and said, “I was going to work out but decided to see a movie with Patty instead.”
“Good for you…we all need other forms of entertainment.”
I went home thereafter. I watched television and my mind wandered and fantasized. Exploration of the mind is a good thing. What the hell.
"Passion storms me...I speak some kind of nonsense."
-Tchaikovsky,
2007 film
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