| 33-Year-Old Man Marries 104-Year-Old
KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia — It could be the ultimate in May-December relationships. A 33-year-old man in northern Malaysia has married a 104-year-old woman. The Harian Metro tabloid reported it is the groom’s first marriage and the bride’s 21st. The new groom told the paper he found peace and a sense of belonging after meeting the much older woman. He said he’s not after his new bride’s money, because she doesn’t have any.  Here she is giving him that you-pepper-my-snapper-better-than-the-first-twenty-ever-did look, and he, looking like he just did.  |
I had book club lunch with Suzanne and Sharon. Suzanne shared a “huge” e-mail from her dad with us.
We had no word from Janet, and none of us is sure, but we think that Mary is just not going to come any more now that she’s permanently working from home.
I attended, in person instead of by phone, the weekly RTP Information Development team meeting. I need to talk to my manager about future attendance for this meeting.
It is definitely not an efficient use of one of the 16 hours I’ll be working per week.
I made finger sandwiches to take to the final ENG 675 defenses tonight — 15 chicken salad, 15 pimento cheese.
They were well-received.
Five people defended their projects tonight: Angie, Amelia, Patricia, Courtney, and Kelly.
Angie’s project was a user guide she wrote to train people how to use an IBM application that helps people create online courses.
Amelia’s project was a website she created for a funeral home.
Patricia’s project was a customer integration user guide.
Courtney’s project was about an article she’s co-authoring with Dr. Katz on a tutorial about biotechnology communication with the public.
Kelly’s project was a training plan for the implementation of a new student information system at NCSU.
A lot of the group met at Sammy’s afterwards to celebrate: Patricia, Luis (Patricia’s husband), Will, Amy, Amelia, Steve, Courtney, Kelly (whose partner joined us late in the evening), Peg, Ben, David, and E-Ching. I think that was everyone.
It took about 20-30 minutes before everyone had at least one drink in front of them with which to participate in a toast.
Cheers!, and Here! Here! all around, followed by going around the table, with each person saying what they’re going to do now that they’ve attained their Master’s. Lots of laughs.
It’s all fun and games until someone gets their eye poked out — or in tonight’s case, until someone gets an entire glass of beer spilled on their shoulders and down their back.
David was the unfortunate one to be sitting underneath the tray of the waitress who knocked the glass over. Drenched.
Luis initiated getting him a free Sammy’s T-shirt, and was successful. Unfortunately, David “left the room” to change his shirt.
I gave graduation congratulation cards to E-Ching, Amelia, and Courtney; each card had one of these stapled to it:
I met Kevin (av8rdude) at scareyoke, late, at around midnight, as the graduation celebration didn’t end until then, and Kevin was working on a paper (that’s due tomorrow) until then.
There were a lot of women there tonight, one of whom was this short, chubby girl, with a white dress on that was about mid-calf length, which unfortunately for her, near the end of the night when she was kneeling on that nasty bathroom floor her face literally in the toilet bowl, was dragging on the floor.
This is not her, but it’s a sufficient visual. As if you needed one.
On a lighter side, earlier in the night, a guy and a girl were singing a duet of a song I didn’t know.
I said to Kevin, “I don’t know this song.”
Smiling, he replied, “What’s funny about this song is that he’s singing the girl’s part and she’s singing the guy’s part.” I love gay people.