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Very good
interview today. Then I swam 1000 meters at the YMCA. Futszed around in
some shops in Berkeley. Drove home too close to rush hour *again*.
Called Ian. Met him and went to a swing dance class. More
later.
Whoo-hoo! I got the
job! I'm so excited, I just can't wait. It's such asmall, nice company.
I'll actually *like* what I do, the people I workwith. I won't have to
lie like I did at Pacbell and pretend I like thecompany, I really WILL!
And it's in downtown Berkeley, which will be nicesince I miss that place.
It's a great opportunity to learn more and moveup. Oh, happy day.
I'm glad I'll have good news for David when hecomes back. I'm afraid
the last time he talked to me I was a bitweepy.
So, last night I took a beginning and an intermediate EastCoast/Lindy Hop class with Ian. No, Ian wasn't teaching it, he's beentaking them for awhile and took me along this week. The beginning classwas way too easy, so I stuck around for the intermediate. They startedwith the ShimSham, which I had done years ago in tap class. Then thepartner stuff, for which you're supposed to have a month of beginnerclasses to be able to do. There was the initial panic as I franticallywatched the other women to figure out what to do, but then I was fine. Ipick up dance steps *very* quickly, even partner stuff, which is slightlydifferent than the solo stuff I was trained on as a child. Fun, fun, funall around. I've always faked swing dancing, so it's nice to actuallyknow what I'm doing now.
I don't know if it's appropriate, but Ifeel like mentioning that Ian got a raise today. Good boy. He works veryhard; he deserves it.
Tonight I'm going to see "Good Will Hunting"with Mary Anne. Todd saw it last night and said it was very good, andhe's a constant cynic. Lessee, this weekend, go to Mary Anne's Thesisreading tomorrow, then to a special movie, "Salute to Masturbation" at theParkway (in honor of National Masturbation Month, you know how tocelebrate). Clean up David's house and cook for him on Sunday. Hang outwith Todd/shop for furniture on Sunday. I work on Monday (whoo-hoo!) andthen I pick up my baby Monday night and smother him with kisses.
Theother night Todd called me (and some of my friends) "sex geeks". Like acomputer geek, I guess, but a whole lot more fun! No, seriously, I *am*into promoting/talking about safe, happy, creative sex. Aftertranscribing the Carol Queen interview for Mary Anne, I find myselfthinking I'd like to actually become a "sex activist" of sorts. Or atleast be somebody that is willing to discuss such things publically. No,Mom, I'm not going to change everybody's minds, but if there's moreintelligent people willing to talk about it, maybe it will become less andless a thing to keep in the closet. Less dirty. I look at stores likeGood Vibrations and catalogs like Blowfish, and I am relieved to be livingin an area where an interest in sex isn't looked upon as some depravedfetish. It's natural, for christ's sake! It's how we all gothere!
Ok, enough ranting. I'm off into my happy weekend