hut, hut, hut!

i bladed to spot's, had coffee, and then we both bladed back to mmf's. watched fish out of water (or something of that nature), because spot's grandmother acted in it. it's a movie about new immigrants, and it's actually rather good. always good to be able to laugh at one's humble (and most unfortunate) beginnings :)

we walked through to the park, and joined a group playing american football. it was actually quite fun - a lot more strategy than play. aside from a couple of things i'm proud of (ripping a tag - that's the equivalent of a tackle - and blocking three players at once), i sucked badly. i couldn't figure out the rules and the tactics. at least it wasn't all bad. and i got some exercise. i think i'll join them again. it was a great vibe.

yogi joined five of us for humus, which was really good. then the two of us went back to mmf's, and worked on this financial trade software. lots of head-breaking, and the two of us screaming at each other, but we eventually got sorted out and i wrote the basis for the stuff we've been discussing. the pseudo-language is actually quite powerful, but it only works for me when i remember that it doesn't behave like any other environment i'm familiar with.

sammy picked me up, and we went to spot's to drag him out with us. we went to the lincoln, and had a really great evening. i should probably stop commenting on the two waitresses, but it's all i think of when i think of the lincoln. the pool sucked most of the time - there was a period of three of four games where i was going nuts from sheer frustration (granted, i *was* sitting and watching the two of them playing at the time), but the last three games made up for it. they included two speed games - 5 seconds per shot, 10 for a foul. both games were over in under 5 minutes, and were GOOD games. go figure.

i reckon the second a male brain focuses under pressure, all the crap that generally accompanies a shot just falls by the wayside.

sammy gave me a ride to the lizard. a small, but pleasant party. the music was good as usual, and i had a drink with the owner - recently returned from cape town. he wasn't too impressed, and i'm actually a bit disappointed.

he described cape town as backwards. that's half its charm! and he was upset about the temperature of the water. damn foreigners.

the bartender sat down and told me about his newfound love. all i could think of is how much i want to find love, and at the moment i find it the most depressing thing in the world. and no matter how much i try not to search, it's automatic and subconscious. it's desperation, in its ugliest form. i gotta get that fixed.

it's now approaching 4am... i gotta shave and brush my teeth, and then get up early in the morning.