I flew in early Sunday morning, and spent the day hanging out with Keiko's family in Jersey. Her family is remarkably chill, especially given that in less than one year's time Keiko has jumped out of a plane at 13.5 thousand feet, and nearly drowned in the Pacific as a result of dating me. Contrast this with the families of previous girlfriends, which have featured family members going to church every sunday to pray for a breakup so that my GF of the time could "find a nice white boy to date", family members comparing my looks to those of Middle Eastern terrorists, and family members refusing to stay under my roof or at a hotel at which I got them the employee rate by calling in a favor from a friend, because they didn't "need any of [my] charity." That's 3 different examples from 3 different GFs, by the way.
After a day of hanging out in Jersey, we headed back to the city. The next day began the 2 full days of Director's meetings. Mostly, that's a lot of super glamorous stuff like presentations and going over memos and stuff, but it's nice to meet all the other Directors. And, my first 2 quarters were the 2nd best first 2 quarters in company history, so my results were decent. But we always go out to a nice dinner, and we did this time too. And at the end of the second day there's always a dinner and party with the administrative staff in NY, which coincidentally includes Keiko.
This year it was in one of Manhattan's few bowling alleys. We had pre-assigned teams and did a whole tournament. Since some teams had 4 people and some had 5, games were decided on average score. As luck would have it, our team won it all! We rolled through the tourney obliterating all comers by sticking to failsafe strategy: consistent, unwavering mediocrity. I had the individual high score on our team by bowling a 118. I also had the second lowest individual score, in a different game, by bowling a 92. Everyone else bounced around between 95 and 105. Other teams had individual higher scores, but also had terrible scores- 40's and the like, which kept their averages down. Consistent, unwavering mediocrity won the day for us; it's like we were running a political campaign.
Me and Keiko. She's had a few too many at the company picnic, if you know what I mean...
The next day, I hung out with Keiko on her lunch break, and then had to high-tail it to the airport. Somehow, I'm not really sure how, I ended up missing the bus I needed, so I had to catch the next bus, and hold my breath to see if we would make it in traffic in time for me to make my flight. Fortunately, this time the bus driver did not get lost, but with all the traffic I barely made it, and had to run for my gate. And sure enough, I made it on the plane, and the plane took off and landed on time, with no problems. Yet another data point proving that I'm meant to go to the airport this way.
It's science- I can't help it that the universe works this way...
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