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Monday, February 26, 2007 Me, Me, Me

“Do you want me to leave the computer on for you?” asked Phil as he left for work this morning.

“Nope, I’m all done.”

“You’re all done.”

“Yes, I already cleared my email. You can turn it off. There’s no reason to check again.”

“There isn’t?” He stared. I stared back. “You and I both know that you’re just going to turn it back on again.”

“I am not. I don’t need it on. What? You think I have to be on the computer just because it’s there? I know I don’t have to go into the office today, so I’m done until after my dentist appointment.” He shouldered into his jacket and picked up his bag. “Wait, you’re leaving? It’s still on. I don’t need it.” He opened the door, smiled and waved goodbye. “Fine, I’ll turn it off for you.” He locked the door from the other side. “After my shower.”

You know, I could have and just turned it off and walked away, but then he wouldn’t have known that I am perfectly capable of walking away. He’s probably in his car, chuckling to himself and singing, “I can hear the keys clacking!”

Well, now you KNOW I came back, just to show you that YES, I AM TYPING, at YOUR KEYBOARD, but I didn’t have to. I am fully capable of resisting. That’s the only reason I’m here. To show you that I don’t need to touch an unmanned keyboard. Like this one. Clack, clack, clack. See? Mac keyboards aren’t so much quieter than PC keyboards. Key-boards. I could say that all day. Keeey-booooaards. Away From Keyboard. I can say that too. And I will be, in a minute.

But since I’m here, this is for Dietrich and Andra of MothersClick, who were off on a last Babymoon in Monterey before Andra’s due date. It just so happened that Phil and I were in SF at the time, hoping to lure them out for a night at Ace Wasabi’s Rock-n-Roll Sushi. I’m sorry, Dietrich and Andra, but we were forced to go there without you.

As we left the hotel, we were forced to carry a plastic cup of Pinot to sip as we sauntered the two blocks over. We were forced to be seated right away in the front of the restaurant, where we played Guess The Song Or At Least The Artist when they played someone’s 8-track collection from the early 80’s. Heart, Air Supply, and then, oh no, I was just wondering when Journey would show up when “Midnight Train” started up. We sang along with everyone else, though I suspect they didn’t listen to those songs on 8-track like I did.

After the waiter forced a jumbo Asahi on us, we were obligated to order Tuna Tataki, Spider rolls, crunchy Wasabi rolls, salmon nigiri, ahi salad, and another Spider roll because the first one was the best either of us had ever tasted, huge and crunchy and hot from the kitchen.

We stayed until we were forced to leave by the last waiter. Heh. But I’m sure Monterey was nice, too.

(Can’t wait to see pictures of the baby!)