eliza's arrival wasn't much of a surprise because she'd called minutes before, forgetting which street to turn in to get to my house. the last time she was here was last month, one of the few people to have seen the place after the new floor treatment, before i covered everything up with the rosen paper. she'd yet to see the new paint job however, with the dramatic coloring. her appearance today was under the aegis of "hanging out," and i made some ten-ren tea as we chatted by the dining table (disappointed that my old teakettle wasn't the whistling kind). i used the retro tea set which formerly belonged to daisy's sister (who i heard inherited the tea set from somebody else). as a good host, i also brought out a bowl of grape. we chatted up a storm about george w. bush's inferiority complex making him want to go to war in iraq, what motivates someone to just pick up everything and relocate to someplace else, fading swimsuits, flowers for algernon charlie gordon, the futility of higher level math and how it applies to everyday life, john miller abc newsreporter, how the chinatown buses are no longer a closely guarded secret anymore, how she should totally play améliesque matchmaker and get two roommates of the opposite sex and pair them together in a totally complex romantic comedy manner, and i answered her survey about whether i would want a girlfriend who was smart but mean or dumb but nice.
my sister dropped by after eliza left, to briefly come and use my internet connection to check her e-mails. i drove back to belmont listening to 90.9FM (people tell me it's this thing called NPR), a segment on how a group of resourceful MIT kids learned how to count cards at casino blackjack.