9.13.98

    Quite a packed weekend of fun things this time. Friday night we went to see Something About Mary which is just as funny and tasteless as everyone is saying. T. and I had a lot of fun doing that. It's really nice to have the wedding behind us and have things back to normal.

    Saturday morning the Cable Guy came and bestowed upon us a box which gives us unlimited access to even more garbage and mindlessness than we ever thought possible. We have a friend in Cable.

    This truly was a momentous occasion and it was something that we were waiting until we got wedding expenses over with. With our antenna we only got three channels semi-clearly and T. was getting frustrated not having any of the news channels. He's in the news business so it is important that he have access to that.

    I went on a second interview for a possible job opportunity. I'm feeling a little trepidatious about it but I need to move on into my career field of choice. Right? Right. Anyway, the guy made me wait over an hour while he fiddled with his server stuff and by the time he got to me I was ready to be somewhere else. I looked around at the space where I would be working and asked about software.

    This is what you would call a Mom & Pop outfit. In and of itself that is not necessarily a bad thing. However, the workspace is super tiny and doesn't look the least bit comfortable. We'll have to work on that if I go there. I don't get carpal tunnel for nobody!

    For the rest of the day, T. and I channel-surfed and marveled at all the crap out there. I worked on the wedding diary (this is taking longer than I thought) and we just sort of lazed around. Very nice.

    For dinner I decided to make pancakes and T. went out and got baking powder and sour cream. There was a recipe that called for sour creme but in the end I decided to try straight pancakes. They turned out really good and tasty. I didn't burn a single one. However, they were a little dense and I wasn't sure why until... I discovered a cup of butter in the microwave. I had completely neglected to put in the required three tablespoons of melted butter. I can't believe they tasted as good as they did without it. I'm definitely going to use the butter next time.

    Sunday morning I got T. up bright and early. Destination: Griffith Park. We hiked from the Fern Dell picnic area all the way up to the Observatory. The book that I gleaned this hike from, Afoot and Afield in Los Angeles County, had a pretty pathetic map and we ended up taking the wrong trail. However, we did get a good view of the Hollywood sign and some exersize. Unfortunately, it was pretty foggy and the view from the observatory was fairly obscured. We couldn't tell which cluster of buildings was downtown L.A. until we came across a telescope that was jammed open. So, I have about five pictures of hazy buildings that are not downtown and one that is.

    Afterwards, T. surprised me and took me to Pinks for chili and cheese dogs (read the Zagat's review). I have been craving them since the last time we went. It was good. Of course, my body had an ongoing debate with itself whether to reject the foul item or continue processing. Thankfully, it processed.

    Wiped out, I went for a little nap and then got up and ushered T. into the shower. We finally got to go dancing again and had a wonderful time. We had dinner at Louise's Trattoria where I should have just ordered lasagna but had soup and salad instead. We met up with three people from T.'s work, two of who were the couple I spoke of earlier and also the sister of the wife. (It's really hard not to mention names here. I just don't feel like it, though.)

    The sister was meeting a guy there that she met on the internet. As it turns out they did meet and she decided he was a goober. I really don't think she gave the guy a chance, though.

    We had different instructors than we did that first time and so we learned new steps. We drank and danced until well into the night and came home and collapsed. I think I bunged up my toe because it still kind of hurts. That's what I get for hiking and dancing all in one day.