Jan
11
2002
I am so glad I didn’t go to that stupid meeting in Dallas. Not only was I spared three days of boredom in pointless meetings and enforced socialization, but I got an absolute ton of work done. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when people just leave you alone.
Also, the past three days have been beautiful: sunny and hovering around the 65 degree mark. No coats required. You gotta love that when it’s January. So I’m glad I didn’t miss that, and that my lifelong record of not setting foot in Dubya’s home state remains unbroken.
Jan
11
2002
My brother Jonathan came to the city this week to meet Carrie’s new baby. I was hoping to be able to meet her, too, but circumstances were otherwise and he had to go home before I could get across the Bay and see the new baby. So I still have no idea what day she was born or what she looks like.
He called me from Carrie’s place and I asked him about the baby:
Me: “What does she look like?”
Him: “Ugly.”
Me: “Well, what color’s her hair?”
Him: “Brownish, I guess.”
Me: “What color are her eyes?”
Him: “Sort of blue-ish. It’s hard to tell.”
At this point I gave up. The moral of the story is, don’t ask a man to do a woman’s job. Men either do not notice anything useful, or can’t or won’t tell you what you really want to know.
This is amusing. Carrie has named her daughter Miranda, which is just so Sex & the City of her, when she is in every way the polar opposite of the Carrie on the show. Also I doubt whether baby Miranda will exercise the right to remain silent — at least until she enters the sullen teen years.