Dubious Origins

The next morning Shlomo and I got together and paid Bill a visit to check out the bikes that he acquired for us. He was not exactly forthcoming about how he came by them. Sometimes I think that he has dubious connections, and I fear that they may have been ill gotten.

Apparently the race begins in the west suburbs and works its way through the city to the lake shore. I'm actually starting to look forward to it.

Game Night

No jobs today. Bill tweeted and suggested that we have a warcraft tourney. He said that he had some news to tell me, and with him there's no telling what that could be.

Bill arrived about twenty minutes late. I introduced he and Gerard. Judging by tonight, it seems like they will get on swimmingly.

Gerard is an ok gamer, but I would classify him as medium grade; an aspiring amateur. Bill and I owned everyone on the battle field - as usual.

All was going well, until Bill delivered the "news" that he had. Apparently he got a hold of three bicycles and signed Shlomo and I up to participate in an illegal bike race. Of course he didn't ask either of us whether or not we wanted to participate. I let him know how I felt about that.

I don't know how I get myself roped into these things.

The New Bin

I was in a great mood coming back home from Mother's house. She gave me a hundred dollars to help me out. So I got a six pack on the way home to share with Gerard.

My mood quickly changed when I entered the living room. To my surprise, Gerard took it upon himself to get the apartment a recycling bin. He had the thing sitting right behind the front door. I can't quite explain why, but it really irritated me. Maybe it was because he did it without consulting me. I had planned on doing it myself.

In order to vent some of my frustrations I decided to whoop his buttocks in a game of Bond. It was a total massacre & I still reign supreme.

I guess sharing my apartment will take some getting used to.

Wat Phnom

On the way home, mother called and asked me to come eat at her place. I told her that I had just eaten, but I'd like to see her. She suggested that I come over the next evening and have a home cooked meal. I happily agreed.

The next evening I paid her a visit and we had a wonderful dinner. We talked about all kinds of things. She was making me feel very good about my situation, telling me stories about when my father was out of work and the couple of times we had to make due during strikes.

All was going well until she pulled out Mason's post card. After that, she just wouldn't stop talking about him. I love Mason, but jeepers, Mother is a fanatic. For her, he's the messiah. Favoritism doesn't begin to explain how Mother fawns over him.

Anyway, His letter read,

"Dearest Mother,
Finally arrived in Phnom Penh. Soon I will be visiting Angkor & the countryside. This picture is me at Wat Phenom. It is the most important temple structure in Phnom Penh & dates to about 1300 C.E. Fascinating place so far & the people here are just wonderful. I'll write again soon.
Love, Mason"

石獅

Ed tweeted us and we all met at this great little restaurant in China town. It was a stir-fry place vaguely based on the Japanese Benny Shawna. This felt more authentic but still the theatrics were barely tolerable.

Ed announced that he had rented an office space. It was located near my old neighborhood and would act as our headquarters if we chose to accept tentative employment. I wouldn't show it, but I was very excited about it. E-mailing resumes, and getting rejected is not exactly fun.

I think that Ed knew the chef-owner of the restaurant. He took our picture by the guardian lions and gave us mass quantities of baujiu for free, which incidentally, knocked my socks off.

Even with all of these festivities I'm still a bit down though...

Fast n' Furious

We went to a small office building downtown. The manager there had let everyone go for the day because they were, as he said, "dead in the water. " They were using very old gear so we worked our mojo and updated things the best we could. He watched our every move. I think that he was worried that we were going to rip off his equipment. Now that's a laugh. At the end of the job he was still a bit skeptical. He paid us and we left.

Bill and I have decided to go back to his place for some game time till dinner tonight.

Yes!

I spent the morning lying around on my couch. I was feeling a little low. Just as I started watching the Magic Cat movies, Ed called and told me to get to a job downtown. I'm going to meet Bill and then we will all meet for dinner afterward.