I just wanna stop and tell you what I feel about you, babe

Work on the publication committee took me downtown today to use the computer labs at Harbour Centre. The we concluded that we need a lot of pictures and cut our meeting really short.

I wandered down to my mom's office and talked to her for a while, as always, suffering through the stupid jokes that her coworkers tell about me being slave labour or something.

At one point in time, one of the other managers walked in and leaned against the wall. "Did you get my email?" he asked. "Don't look at the attachment, just open it. Open it!"

So she did. We listened as the cool voice of Gino Vannelli began to flow from her speakers, and the other manager began to dance in my mother's office. As he got his groove on, my mother and I expressed a telepathic feeling of being deeply disturbed from opposite sides of her desk.

Other staff members began to walk by her door and then all of a sudden people began to shout throughout the office "They're playing makeout music!" A couple of other people stopped near the door and started dancing too. "Oh look, he's growing long curly hair as we speak," my mother snorted.

Eventually the people evaporated and all was well.

Leaving the building, however, was another ordeal. The same guy stepped out of his office to ask everyone within earshot if they wanted to go with him to see Gino Vannelli at the River Rock Casino. "The whole office should go!" he said, and the idea was immediately shot down by the executive director, who asked why anyone would ever want to see such a spectacle.

She then followed us around the corner where she told us that Gino Vannelli has been living in Oregon for quite some time and making classical music because apparently she follows his career closely.

I had an uneventful train ride home.