Yen stopped by; we exchanged gifts; we went to Cranford to pick up John and his friend Danny; we brought them back; we fed them ham; we took them to see Two Towers; we took them to Menlo Park Mall; we walked around as they played Dance Dance Revolution 7th generation 2nd level or something like that; we went to eat at White Castle; we brought Danny home, but the keys were gone and neighbors away, so we brought the two back to John’s place; we came back.
I gave John a miniature radio-controlled car, of which he has two others; I also gave him $100 from his father; I gave him two Cowboy Bebop manga that I was going to sell. He seems to be coming along well; I daresay by next year’s end he will be towering over me: his uncle seems worried about his algebra. Danny is an alright guy, polite and well-favored, and at least he listens to punk rather than the rap stuff that John prefers; his father is a chief scientist or veep of research or something like that at Merck, but he himself prefers artsy stuff, like music and art and dance... dance revolution.
Yen is constantly on the phone....
Missed the Tarlaqueño ball; oh well—another sixty dollars saved at the cost of missing gawking at some pretty tarlaqueñas, I suppose. Plus not having to dress up.
10:00:17 PM 
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