september 7, 2001. Tonight we went out to the first coffee house of the year held on the good ship Education. Not having that much time to prepare, all we could do was whip out last year's hit ("My Chinchilla") and let the Boy fool about with "Folsom Prison Blues." Still, it was a lot of fun. My peers aren't exactly jaded - they'll take most of what I can dish out and call it good. The Anti-Stephen was there, singing in his classic "Tom Waits before drinking battery acid" voice. I think he was hitting on me, but with the triple blind of his awesome drunkenness, his general obliqueness and my married state, it was kind of hard to tell. But I knew enough not to hit him back when he seemed to enjoy it. That's 200 an hour or an engagement ring, bub, I'm not giving it away for free. (It's funny; I got so much love in TO that flirting & such here seems to have the volume turned down. Or maybe it's just that the Anti-Stephen can't flirt very well.) this time 2 years ago: I want to drink beer & eat nachos with mean, sarcastic boys.