The florescent are melting my brain

It's a slow afternoon, and after snarling for much of the morning over a virus hoax, I'm just letting the time drip away. Deb's gone, so the hectic pace she brought with her has dissipated. I loved having her here, and she's that much closer to moving out.

I've got a couple of stories that are asking to be written on, but they're asking nicely, and what bloody good is that? They're not even Mountie stories. There's an odd thread of Giles/Qui--Gon that stole its way from Livia's Pairings That Never Were page and wiggled into my brain. They're having tea.

But for the most part, I'm enjoying just reading and waiting for the clock to tick towards 5.

Close encounters

BWH took Deb out for dinner last night, and I tagged along. They're a fun group, and I wish I knew them better - so more contact's good, right? We went to Mar Lai.

Pardon me for a moment while I stop and conjure up the overwhelmingly tasty goodness that is Mar Lai. Summon the sweet tang of the splendid rare beef salad, and the green tea ice cream and the fried ice cream... Oh, bliss...

Mar Lai is a beautiful little Thai restaurant nestled in Laurelhurst, with truly great food and a nice atmosphere. They have a couple of booths - the kind where you slip off your shoes and sit around the table on pillows instead of chairs. When we got there, there was a small reserved sign on the nearest booth, but they cleared it right off and seated us, no problem.

Not half a minute later, Bill Gates and family walks in and is seated in the other booth. We joked about checking out his ass, but we left them alone. I think I feel inordinately proud of myself (especially for not going over and demanding my job back - good thing I'm employed, eh?) and I'd like to think I'd treat any other celebrity the same way.

Well, except that with, say, Ewan MacGregor, I'd check out his ass for real.