I'm not sure how or why I was there, but I was on the booze cruise with our favorite office-mates and then some. Jim and Pam were together, but pregnant Kare
n was also there and she "lovin' up on" Jim. (We were all sitting at the same table.) Jim seemed ambivalent, if slightly uncomfortable and Pam looked pissed. Legitimately confused, I said "I thought you and Pam were together!" Jim kind of realized the precariousness of the situation and began to gently extricate himself from the caresses of the pregnant woman and I think Pam started to leave the group.
n was also there and she "lovin' up on" Jim. (We were all sitting at the same table.) Jim seemed ambivalent, if slightly uncomfortable and Pam looked pissed. Legitimately confused, I said "I thought you and Pam were together!" Jim kind of realized the precariousness of the situation and began to gently extricate himself from the caresses of the pregnant woman and I think Pam started to leave the group.
Then I ended up at Shannon's youth drug rehab facility that was apparently "in the hills near Moraga" as I later informed a radio DJ. We'll get to that. At first I was really happy to be visiting Shannon (and as far as I know, that's all it was. I don't believe I was being treated there.) but when we were alone in her office, I told her I wasn't comfortable, as I so tactfully put it, "staying in a room with a bunch of alkies because it would be weird." Needless to say, she didn't appreciate my
candor or my judgementalism, if that's a word, and gave me a stern downdressing saying I shouldn't look down on them and that I could learn a thing or two. So I left to go join the alkies, I mean guests, at dinner. I was wearing a Nightmare Before Christmas glow-in-the-dark t-shirt of all things! At my table for dinner, I was in a booth with 4 or 5 patients who all looked like they 7 or 8. One little girl with long, light brown curls became attached to me (although I was never sure of her real age.) and sat in my lap, hugging me, and I think wanted to play with my hair. Then she gave me a tour and of several very interesting rooms, the one I remember the most was a ballet studio. I went in thinking I would twirl around and stretch out on the barre but there was a class in progress so I left.
candor or my judgementalism, if that's a word, and gave me a stern downdressing saying I shouldn't look down on them and that I could learn a thing or two. So I left to go join the alkies, I mean guests, at dinner. I was wearing a Nightmare Before Christmas glow-in-the-dark t-shirt of all things! At my table for dinner, I was in a booth with 4 or 5 patients who all looked like they 7 or 8. One little girl with long, light brown curls became attached to me (although I was never sure of her real age.) and sat in my lap, hugging me, and I think wanted to play with my hair. Then she gave me a tour and of several very interesting rooms, the one I remember the most was a ballet studio. I went in thinking I would twirl around and stretch out on the barre but there was a class in progress so I left.The next morning I decided to do something Steph, who had apparently moved into the area, had wanted to do. She told me about this Asian guy about our age that she had met who was super smart, but very socially awkward. She wanted to call this radio show and have them talk to him, why I'm still not sure. So I call the radio DJ (and describe where I am: "the hills near Moraga") and he agrees to talk to the guy. This actually sounds really mean. Anyway, I try to figure out how I can call the guy and trick him into calling the radio station (I don't know him, but Steph gave me his phone number), stay on the line with the radio station or even give them his number because I'm on my phone calling them AND call Steph telling her to tune in. So I just decide to toss the whole thing and hang up on everybody.
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