IMR: 1998: April: 08 -- Wednesday, 8:25 p.m.
Crawford Hall 210, University of Hawai`i-Manoa, Hawai`i
Well hell. I stayed up until one in the morning last night to write the second feature due in Borg's magazine writing class (and skipped Hawaiian today to come in to print it out), and I just found out from a classmate that the deadline was pushed back to next Monday.

Must've been announced during one of the three class meetings I missed in the last week.

Oh well. I'm turning it in anyway. At least I don't have to worry about it over the weekend.

Borg's taking attendance now. There are six of us in class.

[ Visit ]Jaimee and Nate spent their last evening in town with us. We hung out at our apartment, watching "The Simpsons" and checking out the Monty Python playing cards Todd gave us. Then we ate dinner at "Sushi No Ka Oi" at Puck's Alley, the business I decided at the last minute to profile in the article not due today.

It was good to share some quality time, as Jen and I were too busy scurrying around the reception on Sunday to really talk.

Nate is still very Nate. I'm glad we could hang out. While I've known him since we were 14 years old, we went to different high schools and often lived in different worlds. After he moved to Oregon two years ago, we barely kept in touch.

In fact, in the meantime, I grew closer to Jaimee. When my life fell apart last summer, she and William were the people I came to depend on for support.

So a week before they came out for the reception, Jen and I talked to them over the phone, and I felt weird. I seemed to get along better with Jaimee than my oldest buddy.

That all changed when we all got together again this week. It was as if we'd never stopped hanging out. It was great seeing both of them, and it was all Jen and I could do from getting down on our knees and begging them to move back to Hawai`i.

Fortunately, we didn't have to. After smelling the air, tasting the food and seeing family and friends again, Nate couldn't stop whimpering, "I don't want to go back."

He said he was convinced he'd return, the only question being when. As soon as a year, no later than six, he said matter-of-factly, adding that he planned to check what positions were available at GST's Hawai`i office. "And there's always LavaNet," he joked.

Then again, he's up for a huge raise, which would make life in sales-tax-free Portland very comfortable. And Jaimee, believe it or not, actually seems reluctant to come back within shouting distance of her parents.

We'll see. I'm sure we'll at least keep in better touch, and they're already thinking about coming back for Christmas.

It'll be Katie's first Christmas. Uncle Nate -- who actually has quite a rapport with her -- and aunty Jaimee will probably be floored by how much she'll have changed.


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