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...