Avie Tevanian decided Jobs needed a bachelor's party.
This was not as easy as it sounded. Jobs did not like to party and didn't have a gang of male buddies.
He didn't even have a best man. So the party turned out to be just Tevanian and Richard Crandall,
a computer science professor at Reed who had taken a leave to work at NeXT.
Tevanian hired a limo, and when they got to Jobs's house,
Powell answered the door dressed in a suit and wearing a fake moustache, saying that she wanted to come as one of the guys.
It was just a joke, and soon the three bachelors, none of them drinkers,
were rolling to San Francisco to see if they could pull off their own pale version of a bachelor party.
Tevanian had been unable to get reservations at Greens, the vegetarian restaurant at Fort Mason that Jobs liked,
so he booked a very fancy restaurant at a hotel.
"I don't want to eat here," Jobs announced as soon as the bread was placed on the table.
He made them get up and walk out, to the horror of Tevanian, who was not yet used to Jobs's restaurant manners.
He led them to Café Jacqueline in North Beach, the soufflé place that he loved, which was indeed a better choice.