Baby, Candy, Joy and Fame

I drove up to Berkeley tonight and met Jeremiah Murray Martin Winzell (also known as Tot). Such a lovely baby! I agree with Karen and Pär's assessment-- this is the greatest baby ever. I got to hold him for about half an hour. This is a strong baby. He lifts his head up, and he stretches with great authority. He yawns and sneers and smirks (though he's just trying out all the options on his face, you know). He has very pretty eyes. So great! And with Karen and Pär as parents, how can he lose?

Karen and Pär gave me a gift, too, a small box of rattling things. I took that, bid them farewell, and drove a few blocks to the Albatross. I got there around 6:30, so lots of people had already arrived. I was greeted as the basset-hound-killer, because some of them had read "Dog Boys." I opened my gift and found Starburst! Yummy lots of Starburst!

I gave about five pieces away. I ate the rest of them myself. Such a good present!

I didn't talk as much as I'd have liked to Lori Ann White and Sean Klein, who I've noted often on the Mill. I spent most of my time talking to Marissa, though, and I wouldn't trade that time away. Her and Timprov are just great people. I can't believe I met them only two weeks ago. They give me such joy!

I also had my first real brush with Tropism-related fame. Sean reads my journal, which I didn't know, so when I started bitching about dark fantasy/horror distinctions, he mentioned that I'd complained about that in my journal. He also knew about my love for Starburst. He even went to a record store to check out a couple of CD's I'd recommended. Wacky! But kind of nice. I wasn't a total stranger to him, y'know?

I drove Timprov and Marissa home, only getting slightly lost in the process. I joked and teased and talked a lot around them, so it appears my getting-used-to-strangers phase is past, and now they'll be forced to face the full brunt of my personality, without the buffer of any particular cordiality. This is a good thing.

Umm. It's two a.m. My brain isn't working so terribly well.

I had a fabulous night. I am a bouncy, happy boy. I wish I could have visited longer with Karen and Pär and Jeremiah, and that I could have had a few dozen more hours to talk to Marissa and Timprov, and that I could have chatted with Lori and Sean and the other RMers more... Sort of like reading a book and not wanting it to end.

An altogether good evening.