1 August 2003

I helped Guin pack all her shit into a rented minivan.  She praised my packing skills. On the stairs to her Logan Square apartment, we french kissed for the first time in a while.  She cried a little.  As soon and she and Nathalie drove west, a thunderstorm broke out. 

I went to the Glass Curtain Gallery and met up with Tracy, Lee Parkel's nextdoor neighbor.   I was still stoned from hanging out with Guin.   This was a blind date, and we had some wine and cheese and arranged to go miniature golfing.

Nathalie's still in Colorado. I forgot about that connection until I wrote this sentence. I need to write her more often.

12 November 2003...