Kip! 9 dollar loaf of bread! Ryan Adams!
My weekend, anachronistically speaking:
MONDAY:
The big mystery here at work today is who brought the fried chicken in the lunchroom. It was here at 8 am, a big box with probably 20+ pieces. People can't figure out if someone brought it this morning or if it's been there all weekend. Since my office is near the kitchen you can imagine some of the lighthearted office humor I'm overhearing regarding this fried fowl.
I did see one person heating up a piece of it.
I also forgot my badge. Badges are a lame but necessary part of corporate life, it seems. On my first day here, upon receiving my badge from security services, I also saw what happened when you forgot your badge. Security services would give you a ton of shit for forgetting your badge.
So, I'm essentially lurking today. Sneaking into secured areas behind unassuming coworkers. I have to do this every time I take a bathroom break. Sucks, but better this than getting ribbed by some smart ass security guys.
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SUNDAY:
Had breakfast at Wild Mountain in Crown Hill. It's across the street from a pharmacy called "Bob Johnson's Pharmacy." Love the name. Went to Costco. I could write pages about the Costco experience. Just not now.
Went to Ballard Seafood festival. Ate some chicken on a stick, ironically. Realized I just spent a mint at Costco and went home and made a proper dinner.
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SATURDAY:
At sushi with SLF on Roosevelt. Then went to a German pub down the street. I didn't plan it this way, but it was sort of an Axis-powers-themed evening. If only we had some gelatto or something for dessert...
I honestly can't remember what I did during the day on Saturday, other than bike up and get a NINE DOLLAR LOAF of gluten-free bread. The lady at the GF bakery is usually rude and asks me every time if it's my first time there. Today she was nice and gave me some French bread rolls she's testing out. They were amazing. Maybe she's warming up to me.
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ON FRIDAY:
When Friday Mile played a 20-show run at The Moore for a children's theatre, we got to know the lighting director there. His name is Robert and he busts his ass for that theatre and is a wonderful guy. After our last show, we were saying our goodbyes and he said anytime we wanted to see a show at The Moore, we should just let him know.
Hannah took him up on it for a Feist show. Last night I did the same for Ryan Adams & The Cardinals.
The line wrapped around the block, but with a phone call we got ourselves in and up in the balcony.
Ryan Adams and the Cards put on an intimate performance that easily topped his solo performance last fall, which was beautiful when he actually finished a song, but altogether marred by the bottle of wine on stage and perhaps other unforeseen substances. Some say Adams has stopped drinking now, I'll believe it when I see it.
Show time was 8 pm, but in true form, Adams didn't start until 8:45 pm. As The Moore slowly filled up, blue lights criss-crossed the stage and blanketed the band's gear, which sat on three large Oriental rugs, placed side by side. Nearly a dozen paper lanterns of different sizes hung from the rafters.
The crowd was eager to see him, and frequently started rounds of applause to see if they could coax Adams from backstage to start the show. When the time finally came, the five-piece band took their places, and Adams tucked himself between the piano and drums, making himself part of the band instead of a true frontman.
Adams only played acoustic guitar, which took away from a few of the songs, notably "Cold Roses" but the band played an amazing coda on "Magnolia Mountain," extending the instrumental section to five-plus minutes. All musical endeavors from this band were executed perfectly. The Moore provided the perfect acoustics for the show. Despite being a slightly very old, crusty theatre, the place sounds amazing. It's 100 years old this year!
MONDAY:
The big mystery here at work today is who brought the fried chicken in the lunchroom. It was here at 8 am, a big box with probably 20+ pieces. People can't figure out if someone brought it this morning or if it's been there all weekend. Since my office is near the kitchen you can imagine some of the lighthearted office humor I'm overhearing regarding this fried fowl.
I did see one person heating up a piece of it.
I also forgot my badge. Badges are a lame but necessary part of corporate life, it seems. On my first day here, upon receiving my badge from security services, I also saw what happened when you forgot your badge. Security services would give you a ton of shit for forgetting your badge.
So, I'm essentially lurking today. Sneaking into secured areas behind unassuming coworkers. I have to do this every time I take a bathroom break. Sucks, but better this than getting ribbed by some smart ass security guys.
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SUNDAY:
Had breakfast at Wild Mountain in Crown Hill. It's across the street from a pharmacy called "Bob Johnson's Pharmacy." Love the name. Went to Costco. I could write pages about the Costco experience. Just not now.
Went to Ballard Seafood festival. Ate some chicken on a stick, ironically. Realized I just spent a mint at Costco and went home and made a proper dinner.
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SATURDAY:
At sushi with SLF on Roosevelt. Then went to a German pub down the street. I didn't plan it this way, but it was sort of an Axis-powers-themed evening. If only we had some gelatto or something for dessert...
I honestly can't remember what I did during the day on Saturday, other than bike up and get a NINE DOLLAR LOAF of gluten-free bread. The lady at the GF bakery is usually rude and asks me every time if it's my first time there. Today she was nice and gave me some French bread rolls she's testing out. They were amazing. Maybe she's warming up to me.
===========================
ON FRIDAY:
When Friday Mile played a 20-show run at The Moore for a children's theatre, we got to know the lighting director there. His name is Robert and he busts his ass for that theatre and is a wonderful guy. After our last show, we were saying our goodbyes and he said anytime we wanted to see a show at The Moore, we should just let him know.
Hannah took him up on it for a Feist show. Last night I did the same for Ryan Adams & The Cardinals.
The line wrapped around the block, but with a phone call we got ourselves in and up in the balcony.
Ryan Adams and the Cards put on an intimate performance that easily topped his solo performance last fall, which was beautiful when he actually finished a song, but altogether marred by the bottle of wine on stage and perhaps other unforeseen substances. Some say Adams has stopped drinking now, I'll believe it when I see it.
Show time was 8 pm, but in true form, Adams didn't start until 8:45 pm. As The Moore slowly filled up, blue lights criss-crossed the stage and blanketed the band's gear, which sat on three large Oriental rugs, placed side by side. Nearly a dozen paper lanterns of different sizes hung from the rafters.
The crowd was eager to see him, and frequently started rounds of applause to see if they could coax Adams from backstage to start the show. When the time finally came, the five-piece band took their places, and Adams tucked himself between the piano and drums, making himself part of the band instead of a true frontman.
Adams only played acoustic guitar, which took away from a few of the songs, notably "Cold Roses" but the band played an amazing coda on "Magnolia Mountain," extending the instrumental section to five-plus minutes. All musical endeavors from this band were executed perfectly. The Moore provided the perfect acoustics for the show. Despite being a slightly very old, crusty theatre, the place sounds amazing. It's 100 years old this year!