From: llama@pooh.cc.utexas.edu (sine nomine)
Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: they were here.
Date: 16 Oct 92 05:30:08 GMT
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5

they left.

oh, you wanted more detail? okay.  [side note: i ended up dragging
people to a friend's party. my own plans were derailed by a rather
traumatic experience the weekend before that taught me a. never take
rides with strange men at night and b. not all stoners are nice
people.]

as promised, the great angstweekend report, part 1.

the players:

meech, a canadian fizzacist from tennessee of average height with long
hair and a cute dimple;
chuck, a dallas fizzacist who looks terribly corporate and quiet and
seems to be oblivious and then suddenly makes a devastatingly
funny/accurate comment;
nexus, a bulgarian biochemist who just looks angstful, more than any
of us;
rachel and lightning man, who at first seem to be nothing more than
products of the shiner meech consumed;
and me, who lives here and needs desperately to vacuum her floor.

okay, so things get off to a great start when i get to the airport and
realize that 1. meech's flight was sposed to have gotten in ten
minutes ago, 2. i can't remember the name of the airline, and 3. i'm
not clear on what city he flew from (and as it turns out, i was wrong
about which one). so i wander the airport muttering "here meech! here,
boy!" under my breath and berating myself for not telling him what i'd
be wearing so he could accost me. i end up talking to this woman who,
it turns out, is waiting for the same flight (which has been
delayed). so things remain cool and he's rather easy to spot. i don't
think the bus ride and several-block hike is all that traumatic, but
he claims it created a beer need. and since there's a bar just down
the street with draft guiness...

after beer, i settle meech on my futon and take off for the lab to
catch up on email and news and end up staying all night and then
talking to a friend for a couple hours (s.o. torture 101: tell him
you've got a strange man sleeping in your bed. apparently this creates
vast quantities of angst). so when i finally drag back in, meech has
slept, showered, and wants to go wander austin.  after a quick shower,
i take him off to show him the infamous drag.  then we go back to wait
for rachel and jeff. on the way, meech stops to pick up some shiner
bock. it's the first time i've been with someone older than me who's
been carded. cool. so we go back to wait. and wait. and wait. in the
meantime, the people who own the house start setting up a garage sale
in the front yard/driveway. my timing is impeccable, yaknow? of
course, the yard sale thingie will later provide meech with endless
amounts of amusement: "there's a woman down there dressed all in black
picking out chains!"

when i get home from work friday night, meech claims a rachel-jeff
sighting. supposedly, they've shown up, eaten pizza, then
gone to their hotel. so i go read email, make a wonderful phone
call, then crash. in my big chair. (it's a tiny apartment) i think
the sight of me sleeping in the chair combined with the fact that the
exterminators are due on saturday makes meech decide to find a
motel room; saturday morning we lug all his stuff down to the
rodeway inn university about six blocks away (as meech observed with
some amazement, nearly everything you could want is about six blocks
away from my house).

and the morning and the evening were the first day.

--
sine/deb
don't worry, meech, i'm not going to leave out that male cow.