Rain

Last night go with Dave to party which has tangential link to unknown (to me) charity but there is open bar with pretty drinks which drink two of, very quickly. Give self excuse that need drinks because of very trying subway, rain, umbrella experiences caused by need to get home to walk Jenny before coming back into city. Drinks warm nicely. Dave introduces me to well-known food writer, says, I've got to go talk to (mumbled and unknown name) but don't care because have many things to say to food writer about both writing and food. Food writer, unfortunately, only interested in talking about baseball, specifically, the world series and chances the white sox have. Is very, very knowlegeable and verbose on this topic. Attempt to move down stairs to lower level, but food writer follows. Attempt to turn conversation toward food. Mention how much like sausages with sauerkraut at baseball games, but food writer firmly turns conversation back to ancient and complicated history of the Sox. Get another drink and go back upstairs, followed by food writer. Wonder (thoughts not entirely hypothetical) if food writer would stop talking if threw self over railing. Feel mind disconnecting from body. Am finally rescued by Dave. We have nice late night dinner of steak frites. Bring home several bites for Jenny. At home, take Jenny for another walk. Very rainy. Dave says he feels slightly depressed. Salon seems to be doing well, but wonders if it is what he Ought to be doing. Still feeling philosophical from sunday (and perhaps a bit tipsy as well). Say that It doesn't matter as the world an illusion ayway. Dave says, What? (!) I'm just an illusion? (Once, while looking through book of buddhist aphorisms came across similar statments, i.e. world and time liquid, etc. and was shattered for rest of week so understand Dave's feeling.) Apologize. We get back to apartment very wet because Jenny very reluctant to pee. Rain not theoretical.