Bacon
So hmm. On thursday I was playing co-rec soccer. After giving up a goal to a breakaway which I couldn't do much about, I rolled the ball out to one of our players, and failed to notice one of the opponents right behind one of my defenders. He stepped around my defender, picked up the ball, and made the easy shot for a 2-0 lead. So I was pretty unhappy about that, being my fault and all. In the second half we pulled back a goal on a penalty. In the dying minutes we got a corner, and I pulled out of goal and went up for it. The first corner taken was deflected out by a defender. On the second corner, the ball got flicked across goal and fell to my feet, and I shot it home to tie the game. I was so relieved and excited. I don't get many chances to score. I think my last goal was 2.5 years ago when I wasn't playing in goal. I took a penalty kick maybe a year ago, but it was saved :(
Then of course the world cup final was on Sunday. What a miserable ending to that. Hmm, nuff said.
I was going to buy a used Suzuki GSXR this weekend. I'd been talking to this guy for a week or so about his bike, but it was down in Portland. I mailed him thursday saying I'd probably come down saturday. Then I talked to him Friday and he had some guy coming down from Bellingham on the train to look at it, but said whoever got there first could buy it. So I call him up saturday morning at like 8 am and he tells me he's holding it for the other guy until 3 pm. Ok.... I'm not sure how this guy got ahead of me in line, but whatever. He didn't call me back, so I assume he sold it to him. There are 2 more I'm looking at this week. One of them has a salvage title, which I'm not thrilled about, but the price is very low. The other has cosmetic damage, which doesn't concern me much. Both are 600s, I want a 750, but I'm not that set on it.
I was pretty bummed saturday night. I stayed home and went to bed early on friday because I'd planned to be up at 7:45 to drive to portland. After the seller canceled on me, I wanted to go out on saturday, so made plans to meet up with a friend. So I called him around the appointed time, and he canceled on me. I'm sick of my friends. Actually, I don't have many around to be sick of. Most of my friends are down in texas. The few friends I have left in Seattle are mostly from college. And while I like them, they just don't do much. Tom is married and doesn't do anything, aside from the occasional late night coffee run. Scott is broke most of the time and doesn't have any aspirations outside of warcraft. He goes out now and then when I ask him, but he's also the one that canceled on me. I really could stand to meet some new people, but then I don't get out enough either. Single 30-something blues. Too old to be living the carefree life (am I really?) and too young to be packing it in at 7 pm. Maybe I'll just quit my job and join the peace corps. Only semi-joking.
I could move to california and hang out with John, that is until he gets married. I suppose he'd have to get divorced first. Actually, I don't think that John's the type that would stop going out anyway. But I also don't know too many people down there. I do know a couple of other people from online, but I don't know how much I'd hang out with them. There's this one guy I met when I went down a few years ago that I still talk to online, I could see hanging out with him now and then. Anyway, there are other reasons to go there, better job market, new setting, better weather. I'm just not sure I'd be happy there. I mostly came back to Washington to be closer to family and for the weather, but my family is bothering me a lot recently, and some space wouldn't hurt. Too much drama.
I could also go back to Texas. I didn't think I'd ever say that, but I have so many good friends down there, and miss so much of it. It's not just friends I miss either, but the attitudes of the people. Seattle has this reputation for being liberal, but it also has one for being snooty. It's just fine to be gay in seattle, and that's good. But on other things, they have these puritanical high moral views on things like vice. And despite it's conservative reputation, I met a lot of very liberal, open-minded people there. Of course, they weren't southern baptists. I'm still not sure I could handle living where it's difficult to go outside for 8 months out of the year. But there's certainly a lot of appeal to going back. Wouldn't be a bad idea to visit for awhile during summer to remind myself just how hot it is.
Then of course the world cup final was on Sunday. What a miserable ending to that. Hmm, nuff said.
I was going to buy a used Suzuki GSXR this weekend. I'd been talking to this guy for a week or so about his bike, but it was down in Portland. I mailed him thursday saying I'd probably come down saturday. Then I talked to him Friday and he had some guy coming down from Bellingham on the train to look at it, but said whoever got there first could buy it. So I call him up saturday morning at like 8 am and he tells me he's holding it for the other guy until 3 pm. Ok.... I'm not sure how this guy got ahead of me in line, but whatever. He didn't call me back, so I assume he sold it to him. There are 2 more I'm looking at this week. One of them has a salvage title, which I'm not thrilled about, but the price is very low. The other has cosmetic damage, which doesn't concern me much. Both are 600s, I want a 750, but I'm not that set on it.
I was pretty bummed saturday night. I stayed home and went to bed early on friday because I'd planned to be up at 7:45 to drive to portland. After the seller canceled on me, I wanted to go out on saturday, so made plans to meet up with a friend. So I called him around the appointed time, and he canceled on me. I'm sick of my friends. Actually, I don't have many around to be sick of. Most of my friends are down in texas. The few friends I have left in Seattle are mostly from college. And while I like them, they just don't do much. Tom is married and doesn't do anything, aside from the occasional late night coffee run. Scott is broke most of the time and doesn't have any aspirations outside of warcraft. He goes out now and then when I ask him, but he's also the one that canceled on me. I really could stand to meet some new people, but then I don't get out enough either. Single 30-something blues. Too old to be living the carefree life (am I really?) and too young to be packing it in at 7 pm. Maybe I'll just quit my job and join the peace corps. Only semi-joking.
I could move to california and hang out with John, that is until he gets married. I suppose he'd have to get divorced first. Actually, I don't think that John's the type that would stop going out anyway. But I also don't know too many people down there. I do know a couple of other people from online, but I don't know how much I'd hang out with them. There's this one guy I met when I went down a few years ago that I still talk to online, I could see hanging out with him now and then. Anyway, there are other reasons to go there, better job market, new setting, better weather. I'm just not sure I'd be happy there. I mostly came back to Washington to be closer to family and for the weather, but my family is bothering me a lot recently, and some space wouldn't hurt. Too much drama.
I could also go back to Texas. I didn't think I'd ever say that, but I have so many good friends down there, and miss so much of it. It's not just friends I miss either, but the attitudes of the people. Seattle has this reputation for being liberal, but it also has one for being snooty. It's just fine to be gay in seattle, and that's good. But on other things, they have these puritanical high moral views on things like vice. And despite it's conservative reputation, I met a lot of very liberal, open-minded people there. Of course, they weren't southern baptists. I'm still not sure I could handle living where it's difficult to go outside for 8 months out of the year. But there's certainly a lot of appeal to going back. Wouldn't be a bad idea to visit for awhile during summer to remind myself just how hot it is.