Saturday, 30 March 2002 | Boys and girls

Ate sushi with three friends-slash-former coworkers from when I was in college and I worked at that independent movie theater. Well, I ate two pieces of sushi because I only like it a little bit and I'm nervous about ordering anything besides the salmon due to severe menu confusion. So instead of a full plate of raw, I ordered the inevitably disgusting sushi-restaurant cooked food, which was indeed bad, and I pushed it around in the decorative box it came in, segregating the onions from the rice like boys and girls at a school dance, partially to make it easier to eat, partially for its own sake. Later we leaned against railings and walls on Elaine's porch discussing movies and making demands of who needs to rent what.

Today, a premature Easter at my parents' house that felt like a lazy Sunday. I still do my laundry there sometimes; today I washed my curtains twice. Twice, because the first time I totally forgot to include the detergent. While they were drying, my mom and I rode our bikes around town, weaving through campus and down quiet roads I haven't seen in maybe ten years, coasting past bored cops prowling through parking lots and sleeping at wheels.

Tonight, I think I'm going to a party where the theme is "dress like a Republican." I have nothing at all to wear to that, but I'm looking forward to coming up with something. I only hope the party is good, because I don't think I want to go anywhere else dressed like that.