I just saw my future husband for two hours. My ears are still ringing and I feel a little faint. Love? No, we sat right in front of the speakers at his concert. Weird Al Yankovic, whom I am determined to marry in a future life, played in San Jose tonight. The audience went crazy when he performed his big hits like "Eat It," and "Dare To Be Stupid," and "Like A Surgeon." At various times he showered the audience with bubbles, smoke, and fake snow. There were tons of costume changes. His encore was a performance of his two Star Wars parodies, "Yoda," and "The Saga Begins." He was hilarious, and impressively talented, and incredibly cute, and really, really loud.
The other exciting thing that happened today was our biggest client had their initial public offering. All those guys I talk to on the phone every day just became millionaires. It was the second best technology IPO ever, closing at about $160 a share. The owner of the company made approximate a billion. I'm serious. Of course, it's all on paper and he can't sell for at least six months, so maybe it'll drop to something like a billion minus a few hundred thousand. Sheez. My boss bought us lunch since she was feeling flush from the unexpected income due to Friends of the Client Company shares. I need a t-shirt that says My Client Went Public And All I Got Was A Free Lunch. Not that I'm complaining, mind. A free lunch from Max's is not to be sneezed at.
The owner of the condo is coming over to inspect her property tomorrow. I must go and attempt to tidy up the sty-like atmosphere two people and three pets create when no one thinks it's their turn to vaccuum or dust. Where's a futuristic home with its personal house robots cleaning up after you when you need one?
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