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JP actually goes on a second date!

*Stretch*

I would say good morning to ya, but it is noon!

I was sleeping soundly, but the ever wonderous City of Columbia decided that noon would be a great time to crank up the old Tornado Alarm System.

For those of you whose cities don't care enough about your well being to put in a Tornado Alarm System, let me tell you *about* was it sounds like.

Imagine Brandy (Moesha), Roseanne Barr Arnold Chick, and Mariah Carey running around your apartment, singing at the top of their lungs.

But not singing words, mind you. They are just trying to sing one note. Mariah and Brandy can not -- to save their lives -- sing just one note. And Roseanne Barr Arnold Chick just screams.

That, my friend, is a tornado alarm. And I know, from experience, that when there is a tornado this alarm system works quite well.

In November of 1998, we had a tornado here in Columbia that flattened an entire subdivision: Southridge. They ended up calling it the Southridge Tornado. I guess to give the people who lost everything something to feel proud about.

Anyway, the alarm woke me up at 2:50am. But I think it was more the rain that was flying through my blown-open windows that woke me up.

That's it. Nothing funny. Just making the point that they work.


The date went peachy-keen last night.

We went to eat at this place called Les Bourgeois for dinner. It's our local winery, and their food is, as the Naked Chef says, dead tasty.

I started out with a glass of '97 Cabernet Sauvignon. As the label describes it:

Eighteen months of oak aging and extended skin contact has yielded this robust, dry red with soft tannins and a long finish.

I got a roasted veggie salad which made me mess my pants.

After coming back from cleaning out my pants, I had a confit of duck with a crepe filled with some kind of lentil. I ate a few bites of everything...

... and had to excuse myself to the bathroom so I could clean out my pants again. I swear: This resturaunt should just offer up some damp towels when you walk through the door.

We left the resturaunt at about 7:45, which sucked because the concert started at 7:30. So, we decided to make a fashionably late entrance, which we did at 8:15.

The concert was great! Got there just in the middle of a piano concerto written for just one hand. The guy playing it only had one hand, so it was a good thing they picked out that piece.

Though, personally, I would have liked to see him play Piano Three Hands just to watch him struggle. That would have just been funny.

After the concert, we came back for Terra's. She wanted last night to be my Valentine's Day because, quote, "I want the real Valentines Day to be just mine."

She's such a girl.

In conclusion: It was a great date! I wish all dates went that well.


Today's schedule: Clean my f'n apartment. It looks like a pig stye sti steye pen that no one's cleaned in weeks.

I think I saw a cigarette butt on the floor. And my table is a horrible mess. And the garbage needs to be taken out. And there's a big, brown ring going around the inside of my toilet.

THAT, my friends, is what is called "sharing too much information."

Which is where I will end it today, folks. Have a good one.

12:07 p.m. - Wednesday, Feb. 06, 2002

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