Friday
So, remember that "alternative alphabet"? Here's its first use, bigger and slightly more stylized than it would be eventually.
Katrina was a fellow thespian, as well as a fluent Russian speaker and devastating punster. I'd had a mild crush on her since middle school, and finally got up the courage to ask her out on a date. We went dinner at The Around the Clock restaurant for dinner, and then saw Alive! -- the movie about the Uruguayan rugby team that crash landed in the Andes and resorted to cannibalism to survive. Dinner was fine -- we always got along well -- and we had a blast whispering jokes to each other during the movie. So yeah, I thought the date went well... but in my coded note, I said,
But do I get a second date? I don't know whether we were on a real date or if it was simply platonic. I kissed her hand at the end of the night. Was that the right thing to do? I hope so.
I got my answer the next day...
Saturday
In code: Talk about egg on my face.
So, yeah. Just wanted to be friends. Which I should have known, but I was really hoping there might've been more. It stung at the time, but we remained friends.
This map would have taken me to a house in Wynstone, a Jack Nicklaus-designed golf course community. A couple of my friends lived in there, most notably one of my oldest friends, Tim F. The address would have been near his place, so I think it was Brad S.'s place. And I think I remember going to his house around this time to play hockey on a frozen pond across the street. I didn't own skates, so I ended up skidding around in my sneakers -- which worked mostly because it was a frozen pond, so there was texture to the ice.
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