The Stanford Frat Party

Virginia Woolf, you might say, that in her TO THE LIGHTHOUSE very little happens except inwardly, in the characters, but people go back to reread books where not much may be happening but a great deal of life is being created.

-May Sarton, At Eighty-Two, A Journal
Dec. 11, 1993 entry

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 23, 1987
Friday

I must say that it's nice when it is Friday.

Paul Margolis is still taking advantage of really doing nothing as far as productive work because of his relationship with Nikki Bovee, the second line manager. I'm sure he'll get away with it next week, too.

I met my Union Representative today. I shared a few gripes (or questions) that I'd like researched:
1. Modified select time
2. Our vacation time
3. My required time-in-job title
I figured it doesn't hurt to ask. There's always room for improvement. One simply needs to make the suggestions.

Carla is traveling to Mexico next month. Ugh! To tell the truth I don't care to go there. I may go to Hawaii. In fact, it's probably a sure thing now.

Clara Chan, my stockbroker, sold my stocks per my instructions. I will receive a distribution check for approximately $8000.

After work I napped. When I woke up I spoke to Frank Evans.
Frank announced happily, "Yep, I am going to THE VORTEX tonight."
"Oh…well, I think I'll go too, so I'll see you there."

Mark Landreth called me but I let him get my answering machine. He probably wanted to go out but I wasn't in the mood to go out with him this time.

I drove to Palo Alto and walked in to THE VORTEX where I saw Peggy, the waitress. I danced with a young chick named Karen. Then I thought I'd seen Frank but wasn't sure because his hair was spiked up. It was him!
I think Frank spruced up his hair especially for me. He was really nice when he greeted me.I felt a need to be upfront and I said, "I have a confession to make."
"What?"
"Well, I'm really twenty-seven."
He gave a surprised expression and said, "You don't look that old."

We talked a lot and we met two girls named Charlene and Brooke. Both of these girls were Stanford University students. The four of us left at approximately forty minutes after midnight to check out a small circle of friend's party. When we arrived no one was there!

Charlene took her lipstick and wrote on the mirror: HI, WE WERE HERE.

We left and went to a place called THE TAXI, a Fraternity House Party on the Stanford Campus. I knew I was way beyond this stage but it was fun to check it out just the same. Some nice guy on Campus named Burt gave me a can of COORS Beer. That was downright cool and friendly of him.

After the Stanford Frat party experience Frank and I went to his dormitory and 'porked out' on prawns, dip and cheesecake. He showed me around and we went to his room to listen to tunes until about 2:45AM. It was so late that I decided to crash there, making a complete night of it.  Frank and I cuddled and exchanged a few kisses.   Nothing more happened.   Sometimes the chemistry just isn't there.

Frank and I awoke at 8AM and I drove him to his dirty, mud-ridden Food Fiesta where the ski tripping group was meeting that morning. I made it back to Alameda by 9AM.

The root word "budh" means to wake-up, to know, to understand. A person who wakes up and understands is called a Buddha.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
BEING PEACE