New Year's Ball

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 23:59:59 -800

Friday afternoon, I hopped on Caltrain
on a speculative whim: that I would be well enough to go out with Woodley,
Melissa and others for the first New Year's party that I'd been to since 2000.
Lucky for me, the quiet train ride provided plenty of rest for the rest of the
evening's revelry. Woodley got on at San Antonio, clad in a tuxedo hidden
beneath a trenchcoat; his shirt studs read "2000", which was about the last
time that he (and I) had been to (ironically, the same) a party: Casablanca at
the Stanford Theater.