Interesting evening. A small crew took a co-worker out to dinner on occasion of her upcoming nuptials.

Here’s the chicken/egg thing I haven’t figured out for myself. I have no interest in having a wedding and doing the wedding thing and partying the wedding style. Is the unlikelihood of my having such a fete a self-fulfilling prophecy?

The bride was worrying about her mom getting offended at the likely shenanigans gotten p to by both her old college friends and the groom’s. A bullet I have dodged on several fronts. Although, to Pat’s credit, she was always pretty hip to excusing herself before any shit went down from which she would wish to be excused.

Completely unrelated, apart from coming up in conversation, it’s inevitable that I will always have a freakish side of not fitting in a crowd. Still and all, sometimes I really don’t understand other folks either.

Towhit, the topic of the iPhone (and my serious iPhone jones) came up. I know I am plugged in, wired, gadgeted and automated to a fucking farethewell, and the rest of the universe ain’t. I totally acknowledge my extreme ways in the world of the web.

But, how has that world so seriously passed by the educated folks with whom I work? Here, in 2000 and 7, I gotta say I accept not everyone would take a day off to buy a goddamn cell phone. Good fucking idea really, to know queue up for consumer goods. How, though, can you not have learned anything about it, if as the NYTimes reports, 11,000 articles have been written?

I dunno. I think among the curses of my personality (and the pleasures of my company with M. who’s my match) is I consume information and need to know what’s going on in the world. The whole magic computer thing, helps that out mightily.