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pantryslut) wrote2007-03-02 01:03 pm
pantryslut) wrote2007-03-02 01:03 pm
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Palo Alto Memories, Strong medicine
Yes, I was in Palo Alto a few weeks ago for a job interview, and yes, I got the job.
Being in Palo Alto brought up a lot of old memories, and not just about dim sum.
It must have been around 1994. Whatever the year that the Stonewall anniversary celebrations happened in New York. That same year, I came out to California for the first time. I rode in the passenger seat of a very small car for a cross-country drive with someone whose name I've forgotten, although I remember many other things about her. I still have stories about that trip -- crossing Nevada during high noon, for example, or when the car dropped its muffler in the middle of the night in Iowa, and the state trooper who helped us out. There were a lot of firsts along the road, not just in California.
I haven't forgotten the name of the person we stayed with for a week, but I won't mention it here.
Both these folks were online acquaintances primarily. I'd met them before in Real Life, but I hadn't spent a lot of time with them until this trip.
The person I was staying with had mixed feelings about me. He was attracted to me, and intimidated by me. Does this sound familiar? Do you think that this situation may have left its mark on me? Just a little? Oh, he jerked me around but good that week. Not on purpose. But damn.
I made him cry at least twice. Once merely by bringing home a rose. Once while sitting out on the benches of California Avenue near the Caltrain station.
I have better memories of that week, too. It wasn't the first time I met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
charleshaynes, but it was the first time I got to play with him. (I think I met debbieann on my next trip, the next year, a much more pleasant time all around.) I met one of my roommates-to-be. I think that's when I met slfisher, too, while I'm keeping score here. (She licked chicken off my fingers. There's a way to make an introduction.) And some other folks here and there, I'm sure.
I also made my acquaintance with California public transit that week. I remember a really long SAMTRANS ride from Daly City to Palo Alto, on a bus filled with, among other things, some folks recently released from the county jail.
And despite the interpersonal drama, which, honestly, I have barely touched on here -- how about the "let's warn Steven but not Lori about Charles' "reputation" incident? -- and some other shenanigans, I knew I would be coming back.
And I did.
But the memories are messing with my head right now. I'd buried some of this stuff but good, I'm telling you. And now it's all back, and I want to kick someone in the pants for some of it, yes I do. Even now.
Being in Palo Alto brought up a lot of old memories, and not just about dim sum.
It must have been around 1994. Whatever the year that the Stonewall anniversary celebrations happened in New York. That same year, I came out to California for the first time. I rode in the passenger seat of a very small car for a cross-country drive with someone whose name I've forgotten, although I remember many other things about her. I still have stories about that trip -- crossing Nevada during high noon, for example, or when the car dropped its muffler in the middle of the night in Iowa, and the state trooper who helped us out. There were a lot of firsts along the road, not just in California.
I haven't forgotten the name of the person we stayed with for a week, but I won't mention it here.
Both these folks were online acquaintances primarily. I'd met them before in Real Life, but I hadn't spent a lot of time with them until this trip.
The person I was staying with had mixed feelings about me. He was attracted to me, and intimidated by me. Does this sound familiar? Do you think that this situation may have left its mark on me? Just a little? Oh, he jerked me around but good that week. Not on purpose. But damn.
I made him cry at least twice. Once merely by bringing home a rose. Once while sitting out on the benches of California Avenue near the Caltrain station.
I have better memories of that week, too. It wasn't the first time I met
charleshaynes, but it was the first time I got to play with him. (I think I met debbieann on my next trip, the next year, a much more pleasant time all around.) I met one of my roommates-to-be. I think that's when I met slfisher, too, while I'm keeping score here. (She licked chicken off my fingers. There's a way to make an introduction.) And some other folks here and there, I'm sure.I also made my acquaintance with California public transit that week. I remember a really long SAMTRANS ride from Daly City to Palo Alto, on a bus filled with, among other things, some folks recently released from the county jail.
And despite the interpersonal drama, which, honestly, I have barely touched on here -- how about the "let's warn Steven but not Lori about Charles' "reputation" incident? -- and some other shenanigans, I knew I would be coming back.
And I did.
But the memories are messing with my head right now. I'd buried some of this stuff but good, I'm telling you. And now it's all back, and I want to kick someone in the pants for some of it, yes I do. Even now.
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Besides, there are other things you can do this weekend instead to compensate for other's past mistakes, if you wish. I have some background to fill in about that, in fact, that I don't want to post about right now. Ask me tonight.
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Yay, kewlness. Let me know when we could grab some lunch together or something!
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Keep in touch and let me know when you're feeling more "settled in".
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