Saturday, January 30 & Sunday, January 31

Saturday
Here we have a quote from my friend Brandon and an entry from him, too. Once again, hanging out at Hillcrest. The restaurant was a pretty typical layout for your standard suburban diner-type restaurant: you come in through a small atrium and lobby in the center front of the building, and there was a long dining room on either side. Most nights, the restaurant would only seat people in the left (uh...east) dining room, and leave the right side closed. However, the restrooms were at the back of the right side. So to go to the restroom, you passed through the lobby into a dimmed, completely empty dining room to the far corner of the building -- the corner that got the least amount of heat or A/C. So in the depths of winter, taking a leak was a cold, cold prospect. It was so cold in the mens' room (which was on the exterior wall) on this particular night that the water in the toilets had a thin film of ice forming on surface.

Sunday
So, I apparently went to see The Song of Jacob Zulu at Steppenwolf Sunday night, and based on my secret writing...

Two college juniors may or may not be hot for me. Wonder what will happen about that. (?)

...I went to with my friend Tim F., his older sister Aimee and one of her friends from school. Aimee was a senior when Tim and I were freshmen, and we flirted on and off for years. I don't actually remember her friend -- this was probably the only time I met her -- but she was probably really cute, because I don't remember Aimee having any ugly friends. So yeah, this would have been a major self-esteem boost. To answer the question I posed to myself, nothing happened with that -- at the time. Aimee and I went on a date a couple years later, and messed around a little bit. Unfortunately, that was our only date, but we remained friends for years after.

I think the drawing is of someone missing the gas tank with a gas pump. If that's the case, I'm sure it was a fascinating and hilarious story ...but I don't remember it.