a date that wasn't.

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dateline: my waikiki oZpartment

2 july 1996 10:11 p.m.

The bad news is, I actually broke down and decided to see ID-4. The worse news is, I didn't get to go after all. Despite my best efforts to be mysteriously unavailable, Derek has demonstrated an uncanny ability to call when I decide to answer the phone "just this once." Though I was still wavering either way on the ID-4 issue, he said he knew I wanted to go. Seeing as how everyone and their mother had already invited me to see this summer blockbuster (how can it be a "blockbuster" before it opens? In fact, how are Disney films "classics" when they first come out?), and knowing that I can never keep a tan more than a week, I figured I might as well indulge myself. I was still going to insist on picking up my own ticket. Well, to make a long story short, this special "day early" opening was apparently by special pass only. At least where we went to see it. Still, I had fun. We didn't skip a beat. We went to Zippy's (Hotrods) and killed almost two hours picking at dinner -- spaghetti for me -- and talking, talking and talking. I don't think I talked his ear off... he was still smiling when the Jell-O came. He drove me home, and we talked in his car a bit more outside my building. He didn't drop a single flirtlet (i.e. "you're very interesting") -- I was impressed. The cincher was a brief Tarantino-esque moment-of-silence... I'm still pondering the sensation. I don't work at all tomorrow. I think I'll answer some e-mail. I don't think I'll answer the phone.