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» dossing down It's 1am, Saturday night/Sunday morning and I'm sitting in my office cubicle. I don't WANT to be here, but my only other choice is to try to hail a cab in the rain that is willing to go all the way to Berkeley and then cough up $40 for the trip. I'm annoyed, not just because I missed the last East Bay train (at 12:15am from 16th & Mission), but because the reason for being stuck here is so lame. In the past I would happily spend the night loitering around in San Fran until the sun came up and the trains started running again. Most often the cause of this was a late night spent out with a woman, or a least a great party. Tonight, however, I was at this dinner party thing I mentioned earlier and, although it turned out to be much more enjoyable than I had forseen (thanks a large part to Max and his friend Linda showing up and bring some interesting conversation with them) I still had no intention of missing the last train. In fact, I left only ten minutes too late. It was blowing hard and raining and I'm wearing my good leather shoes (of course) and the umbrella I just bought for $20 broke in the wind (damn Samsonite). It took me 30 minutes to hail a cab along Valencia. And every time I stopped someplace out of the rain to wait for a taxi to come along, a big group of people would stumble out of a bar a few feet up the block and get the next one before it got to me. Crap. So now I'm here and I ate a bean burrito out of the vending machine and I'm going to wander over to the conference/server room in the Design/Technology Group area. The room is labeled "The Make-out Room" and I only wish that I was going to put it to a use so interesting. Instead I will be dossing down on the too-short sofa and waking up bushy-headed and panicked in the morning...only to stumble the eight long blocks up to the train station. Crap. Crap.
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