Following up from the last entry, Dell finally agreed that the computer needed to be repaired, and in fairness to them once that was settled they sent a courrier to pick it up (he even brought a box to ship it in) and then had it fixed and back to me in less than seventy-two hours.
In other news I spent the long weekend in the Bay Area, at one point somehow ending up at a party filled with tattoo-covered middle-aged bikers. There was Sam Wo’s late on Saturday night, vicious defense on the basketball court against Kev and Aaron (including a dive to the pavement that drew blood), and seven strikes in a row bowled by the Goob. In addition to his bowling feats the little bugger cold-called some girl he hadn’t seen in years, went to see her for an entire day, and has already wrangled two more dates out of the deal.
When all of the fun in the Bay Area was finished I slogged through the drive back to LA only to discover that my roommate had dead-bolted the door on the inside and then gone to sleep. Hopping over the patio walls and beating on her window wouldn’t wake her up, so I had a nice nap out on an air mattress until I finally was able to get in.