Housecooling

The most profitable option for tonight (friday) was a housewarming party.  At this party were a bunch of people.  One of them was this guy whose face, voice, mannerisms, eyes and even facial hair were all strikingly similar to Jordans', but disavowed any knowledge of a relation to him.  There weren't many girls at the party, but I was attracted to two of them.  One left.  The other had already rejected me [and she was sober], so I left.

It felt like I was breaking some kind of rule to leave a party when there is still someone there you want to make out with, but whats the point if you know she's not interested?  And yes, I know something about...something.  Like...I'm sure there is some other reason that I'm supposed to feel that I should want to stay and hang out and talk to people.  Social....something.  Whatever.  I really don't think I was missed when I left.  They smile a lot, but they also walk away.  So I walked home in the rain and watched three episodes of Star Trek Deep Space 9.  Besides, the girl that rejected me seems to still want to be friends, and every time I glanced her way, like while talking, I saw her cute face and her low cut shirt and my heart sank a little further.

I currently have no plans for the weekend.  I am toying with driving up to Vancouver by myself.  The only thing stopping me is the possibility that the hotel I stay at will have only valet parking, and I have to let some jackass attendant drive Jessica.  She has a quick clutch; the idiot would probably stall her before I could even get out of earshot.  Also, I normally don't have fun at bars myself, 19 year olds or no 19 year olds.  Maybe Vancouver has like stuff that is fun to look at and not boring like most touristy things.  That reminds me, some tourist thing somewhere here in Seattle has a Lego replica of downtown.  I can do better.

Anyway, the alternative plan is to find a [car] race track tomorrow.  The highlight of my workday is a small bridge that I recently discovered is long enough to really open up Jessica's throttle for a few seconds--if no one is in the right lane the moment this one light goes green, I can get up to sixty before slowing down for a tight turn.  The idea that I could drive in such a manner for minutes instead of seconds is rather tantalizing.