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Thursday, January 17, 2008 Me, Me, Me

Phil and I drove up to San Francisco last night, and as we were cruising down Van Ness, VAN NESS, people, Phil noticed some woman waving at us.

“What? How do you know she’s waving at us?”

“I don’t. I’m just saying she’s waving.”

“Yes, because I can’t shake the papparazzi.”

Two minutes later, a woman driving the same make of car I have rolls down her window and begins gesticulating wildly for me to roll down mine. “See?” Phil kept our cars at a steady pace.

I sat up straight and peered at the woman, rolled down my window and said, “whahua?"or similar.

“IT’S DEW!”

Holy shit, it’s Dew Factor. Who has been reading I think almost as long as I have been writing, and has been one of those solid friends you’ve never met, never laid eyes on or spoken to in anyway and couldn’t pick out of crowd, and frankly, works at a job and lives in a house you could never describe, yet occupies a definite place in your heart.

I have friends in real life too, as an aside.

“I’m on my way to French class!”

“Of course you are!”

“Hi, Phil!” she called across me, which I thought was hysterical. “I was all ready to email you and say that some skank had stolen your license plates and then when I pulled up I realized that it must be you!”

“Ah, yes, I have vanity plates. I’m a dork.”

“My class starts at 5:25!”

“Okay! Well, it was great… meeting you! Um, lunch! We have to have lunch! This… is not… right!”

“Okay! I’ll email you!”

“Okay, um, you know where to find me!” Duh.

This ranks right up there with someone recognizing the kids and me walking down the street in a rural farm town on the border of Illinois and Iowa, and we were both from California. Bizzyarre.