01/31/01 - Matt took my Mocha tonight.  I don't know Matt but I saw him take my Mocha and now I'm sitting here at Panama Bay drinking Mocha out of a paper cup with the name Matt scribled on it.  At least Matt and I have the same taste.  They've got a jazz CD playing tonight, horn music.  It's pretty conducive to writing ... little jive piano in the background.  I listened to Coltrane the other night, very enjoyable.  It appears they give you more whipped cream on your Mocha when you are a guy.  I know that now.  I was feeling nasty things about Matt, what a prick.  The waiter clearly called out my name when he put the cup on the counter.  But Matt was self-consumed, made a bee-line for the cup and on out the door.  Well, it all worked out OK, but I guess I think he's still a prick.  I took my pen and added an i to the M-a-t-t, a creative solution.  Take a bad thing and make it better.  So what do you think?   Could I pass for a Matti, short for Mathilda?