Nerds heart me?
Lunch, Texas-style. Check back later
this week for more on Anna’s travel
“That’s what they all say,” I tell him. My soon-to-be cab mate, who sat next to me on the plane, seems quizzical and faintly surprised. Is sharing a cab with me a grave miscalculation?
The guy assures me he’s a real nerd. “I’m from San Francisco! And I work in the Silicon Valley.” But he doesn’t know he’s pissing next to big guns here. I count IT guys among friends and part-week colleagues — not to mention techs proficient on the Mac platform.
He doesn’t seem to mind this relative blow. His cab has arrived, and apparently New York is the place where guys like him are loved.
Off to give my shirt a rest ... I hear it could be quite a hit with West Coast college boys, and it looks like Christmas may be in NoCali this year. Can’t let the heart part fade any more or the shirt might lose its mojo completely! Not that this hindered the guy tonight ...
But lack of rest may hinder me from writing a real post shortly, so off to bed this girl must go.