Saturday, October 18, 2003
After work tonight I stopped by the Red Room. The Red Room is a very strange experience, in a postmodernly surreal way, because I see all these people and I think to myself "I know her from Friendster... and I recognize her from friendster... and I make that guy's coffee... and I serve that guy coffee, plus his band plays at Ft. Reno..." All these people I've never really had a conversation with, but I recognize them and they possibly recognize me. It's just unsettlin'.
I got waved through the ID check at the door 'cause the guy who always gets the frozen mocha with an extra shot of espresso (don't even know dude's name) was hanging out there. Gotta love a job that gives you shoo-ins...