Do you have any Elmer's Glue and thumbtacks?
Two things are fundamentally funny, no matter how you present them.
Merry-go-rounds and black tar heroin.
If I could make an Amazon list that pertained to my day yesterday, it'd be called, "So, you'd like to have a ridiculously productive and awesome day."
Because it totally was.
With the day off from work, I had a list of "things to do" as long as my arm. Possibly both arms. Unfortunately, I often sleep in and then sit on my ass and don't get anything done on my days off. This day I made a point of going to bed early, so I could get started early. I am pleased to report that I took a shower, washed dishes, did four loads of laundry (fuck me, I forgot how expensive laundry is), called Sprint to ask them wtf was up with my bill, and sent the necessary e-mails for Wintergrass Posse Organization.
And all this before the fun really got started.
Around 8:30, I sallied forth to Angela's house in Wallingford, for her birthday party. Angela is a member of my erstwhile knitting circle, and I totally missed her. I was incredibly jazzed that I was invited to her soiree, and it was good times for all. After about an hour Anna announced she'd have to leave soon, because she was going to see Steel Tigers of Death playing live on KEXP that night. Chris was going with her, but when I expressed my incredible jealousy, he offered to let me go in his place. So it was that Anna and I traveled to the KEXP headquarters downtown and got to sit in with five other guests (including Devin, whom I hadn't seen in for-e-ver) while the STEEL TIGERS OF DEATH! played for a half hour or so on the Sonic Reducer show. And my face exploded with the awesome.
For those of you in Seattle, Steel Tigers of Death features Brad Beshaw, formerly the proprietor of Confounded Books, on the bass gitar. They're playing the Comet on the 15th and the Funhouse on the 22nd. I will totally be at the Funhouse show, so come hang out with me while they make my face explode again!
(Your mileage may vary)
Oh, you think the awesome is complete? Don't be silly.
While the band and their lady friends went off to listen to the show (which someone taped), Anna and I continued our journey to the Hurricane Cafe. We were both fair to starving, and polished off some damn fine breakfast foods. Our waiter was cute as hell and had an adorable hat, and unfortunately for me, Anna won a bet with me a few months ago, which entailed that she could force me to give my phone number to the next cute boy I saw when we were together. So I wrote it on a piece of paper and slipped it in the little folder thingy you put your credit card in.
This marks the first time I have ever been sly and given my phone number to a strange boy. He won't call, but I'm sort of pleased with myself anyway.
After our breakfasts were eaten, we felt so good that we walked all the way back to her place on First Hill. I had decided to crash there so we wouldn't have to traverse the dangerous streets and/or buses of Seattle alone after 11. Once we arrived at El Casa De La Anna De La Chris De La Luna, we giggled and talked for an hour or so, then tumbled into dreamland.
In the morning, Chris made us breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns in the tummy make work much more tolerable, so I survived the shift, even with Micah around.
Then I uh went to my mom and dad's and ate fried rice and watched CI because Vincent D'Onofrio is my drug. And came home.
And tomorrow I have the day off again! I think I'll make cookies.
Merry-go-rounds and black tar heroin.
If I could make an Amazon list that pertained to my day yesterday, it'd be called, "So, you'd like to have a ridiculously productive and awesome day."
Because it totally was.
With the day off from work, I had a list of "things to do" as long as my arm. Possibly both arms. Unfortunately, I often sleep in and then sit on my ass and don't get anything done on my days off. This day I made a point of going to bed early, so I could get started early. I am pleased to report that I took a shower, washed dishes, did four loads of laundry (fuck me, I forgot how expensive laundry is), called Sprint to ask them wtf was up with my bill, and sent the necessary e-mails for Wintergrass Posse Organization.
And all this before the fun really got started.
Around 8:30, I sallied forth to Angela's house in Wallingford, for her birthday party. Angela is a member of my erstwhile knitting circle, and I totally missed her. I was incredibly jazzed that I was invited to her soiree, and it was good times for all. After about an hour Anna announced she'd have to leave soon, because she was going to see Steel Tigers of Death playing live on KEXP that night. Chris was going with her, but when I expressed my incredible jealousy, he offered to let me go in his place. So it was that Anna and I traveled to the KEXP headquarters downtown and got to sit in with five other guests (including Devin, whom I hadn't seen in for-e-ver) while the STEEL TIGERS OF DEATH! played for a half hour or so on the Sonic Reducer show. And my face exploded with the awesome.
For those of you in Seattle, Steel Tigers of Death features Brad Beshaw, formerly the proprietor of Confounded Books, on the bass gitar. They're playing the Comet on the 15th and the Funhouse on the 22nd. I will totally be at the Funhouse show, so come hang out with me while they make my face explode again!
(Your mileage may vary)
Oh, you think the awesome is complete? Don't be silly.
While the band and their lady friends went off to listen to the show (which someone taped), Anna and I continued our journey to the Hurricane Cafe. We were both fair to starving, and polished off some damn fine breakfast foods. Our waiter was cute as hell and had an adorable hat, and unfortunately for me, Anna won a bet with me a few months ago, which entailed that she could force me to give my phone number to the next cute boy I saw when we were together. So I wrote it on a piece of paper and slipped it in the little folder thingy you put your credit card in.
This marks the first time I have ever been sly and given my phone number to a strange boy. He won't call, but I'm sort of pleased with myself anyway.
After our breakfasts were eaten, we felt so good that we walked all the way back to her place on First Hill. I had decided to crash there so we wouldn't have to traverse the dangerous streets and/or buses of Seattle alone after 11. Once we arrived at El Casa De La Anna De La Chris De La Luna, we giggled and talked for an hour or so, then tumbled into dreamland.
In the morning, Chris made us breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns in the tummy make work much more tolerable, so I survived the shift, even with Micah around.
Then I uh went to my mom and dad's and ate fried rice and watched CI because Vincent D'Onofrio is my drug. And came home.
And tomorrow I have the day off again! I think I'll make cookies.