Today was like a bombardment of Sac contacts: Dorc left to return to Sac; on the way back from the airport, I was driving behind a car with an Elk Grove license plate frame; I talked to my pau-pau to ask how my gung-gung was doing after his gall bladder surgery; and lastly, Kit called to wish me a happy judgment day. (And has it really been nine years?! Kit wasn’t sure of this, but I’m pretty sure we had a big LAN party at Matt Chan’s house on Aug. 29, 1997.) Wear your 2 million sunblock!

It was fun having Dorc here. I felt like we didn’t do a whole lot of life-changing, mind-blowing activities, but we just went here and there, shopped, hung out, shopped some more, and ate. Dorc and I don’t see each other that often anymore, but when we do, it’s always just very relaxing. We keep in touch well enough that we don’t have to spent a whole lot of time catching up, and I feel totally comfy just sitting next to her in silence. A sign of a deep friendship.

I felt like we shopped a lot…grocery shopping, souvenir shopping, clothes shopping. But I enjoyed it. Dorc’s a good shopping companion because she looks for deals, too, and doesn’t try to convince me to buy something for the sake of buying it. She’ll ask me if I really need it and then listen to me ask myself if it’s a practical item to buy. For example, I almost bought a brown and blue striped shirt at Ross for $7.99. Only $7.99, you ask, what’s the big deal? Plenty. If it ends up sitting in my closet, it’s $7.99 that I could have spent elsewhere. I ended up not getting it because I’m trying to buy only clothes I can wear to work, and the shirt didn’t look good with khakis or black pants, both of which I wear to work. So bye-bye cheap shirt.

Anyway, time to munch on my pico de gallo salsa that Dorc taught me to make. I don’t think it turned out as good as the one Dorc made. I think I chopped my veggies too big. Oh well. Maybe Dorc needs to stay with us longer and make salsa every night for us. :)