"He can't stop givin' himself a little." "What, he likes to consult Prof. Hans Jerkov?"
I haven't posted in a while, because I keep thinking to myself, everyone knows this stuff already. I guess I am doing this in the interest of leaving a written record of some kind. Anyway.
The last couple weeks have been a bit of a downer. My last couple paychecks from Chevron have been a bit shorter than I expected, meaning I have to scramble quite a bit to pick up the loose ends. Everything ought to be okay once I get a few more things ironed out. I still had a panic attack when I opened my last paycheck and it turned out to be thirty or so dollars shorter than I expected (Mom, if you read this, I am eating okay. Do Not Worry.) Rent got paid, food was eaten, gasoline was pumped, rock on, rock music. I need to sit down and write up a solid, all-accounted budget, though.
On to the next bit: So Toni and I purchased tickets to go see the Kaiser Chiefs on June 3rd, at Berbati's Pan. Turns out Berbati's is not a venue, or a cafe, like the name seems like, but a liquor-servin' bar. We found this out when we stepped inside the doors and a bouncer asked us for ID. We sold the tix to a nice looking couple on the street, though, and promptly got lost in portland for two and a half hours (WE HATES THE PORTLAND), despite the purchase of maps. I'm pretty sure though that if the Naito Parkway exit onto I-5 hadn't been closed, though, we would have been out of there an hour earlier. We got to my place around midnight, and instead of going to Nazi Night, we opted out and went to bed (Sorry, gang. Sugarbutt REALLY needed the sleep, and she had a free pass to stay here.). Although, I should mention that I did send a fairly-well worded complaint to NRK saying neither of us had seen a single "21 and over" sign ANYWHERE on the NRK website, the Ticketmaster website, the Berbati's Pan website, the tickets, or even outside the Pan itself. More on this to come.
Toni wakes up the next morning, showers are taken, we head to Albertson's for breakfast, we reach the donut case, and Toni gets a case of the technicolor rainbow esophagus. A bathroom was reached in time, but the obvious concern comes up: It's before noon, and my girlfriend (who is ON birth control) is throwing up. :O I feel no need to mention the obvious. I takes her home, then spend the rest of the evening with Kelly/i, Chris, and Sara. Also, I do not apologize for being "dickish", as I hear I was coming across as that night. Sure, it was only a minor pregnancy scare, but I think the fact that I was a prospective dad for three entire fucking months trumps the scares you kids have had. If this news comes as a shock, it's because I forgot to tell you. Ask me about it. Anyway. I feel my attitude that night, while caustic, was justified in light of past events, and I really frankly don't find those jokes even remotely funny while I am in the middle of a scare.
Turns out my initial suspicions were correct, and she only had a quick stomach cold brought on by lack of sleep and lots of stress. THANKS BUSH
Fast forward to last night. While engaged in conversation with a few friends, it was brought jarringly to my attention that the people around me do, in fact, change. Things were said that I feel were totally unjustified and reflect very badly on the person who said them. I really, honestly didn't expect it. I haven't spoken to you yet about it because I haven't had a chance to talk to you alone in person, though I'd like to.
SO: Tonight. Shari's was good, though complaints on the part of Sister Atom Bomb of Mild Reason show a LACK OF DISCIPLINE on her part. We expect a reasonable attitude the next time, Sister. When 1 am rolls around again, hail it with glory and well-meaning, for not until 2 am will be the time of reckoning, so saith Lady Shari's of Foodstuffs! And Lo!
I rolled home, opened up the good ole gmail, and there I see an email from one Mark Hamilton, the station manager at NRK. Not only has he read my complaint, and has taken steps to correct such a fallacy, but he has offered us (me and sugarbutt) free tickets to pretty much whatever show we want to go to, instead. I am really impressed by this. I would have been totally happy with just an apology and a promise to fix the problem, but free tickets? HOLY CRAP. I wonder how much of a profit they actually make through those 947Nation offers. Call me, babe. We have plans to discuss.
The last couple weeks have been a bit of a downer. My last couple paychecks from Chevron have been a bit shorter than I expected, meaning I have to scramble quite a bit to pick up the loose ends. Everything ought to be okay once I get a few more things ironed out. I still had a panic attack when I opened my last paycheck and it turned out to be thirty or so dollars shorter than I expected (Mom, if you read this, I am eating okay. Do Not Worry.) Rent got paid, food was eaten, gasoline was pumped, rock on, rock music. I need to sit down and write up a solid, all-accounted budget, though.
On to the next bit: So Toni and I purchased tickets to go see the Kaiser Chiefs on June 3rd, at Berbati's Pan. Turns out Berbati's is not a venue, or a cafe, like the name seems like, but a liquor-servin' bar. We found this out when we stepped inside the doors and a bouncer asked us for ID. We sold the tix to a nice looking couple on the street, though, and promptly got lost in portland for two and a half hours (WE HATES THE PORTLAND), despite the purchase of maps. I'm pretty sure though that if the Naito Parkway exit onto I-5 hadn't been closed, though, we would have been out of there an hour earlier. We got to my place around midnight, and instead of going to Nazi Night, we opted out and went to bed (Sorry, gang. Sugarbutt REALLY needed the sleep, and she had a free pass to stay here.). Although, I should mention that I did send a fairly-well worded complaint to NRK saying neither of us had seen a single "21 and over" sign ANYWHERE on the NRK website, the Ticketmaster website, the Berbati's Pan website, the tickets, or even outside the Pan itself. More on this to come.
Toni wakes up the next morning, showers are taken, we head to Albertson's for breakfast, we reach the donut case, and Toni gets a case of the technicolor rainbow esophagus. A bathroom was reached in time, but the obvious concern comes up: It's before noon, and my girlfriend (who is ON birth control) is throwing up. :O I feel no need to mention the obvious. I takes her home, then spend the rest of the evening with Kelly/i, Chris, and Sara. Also, I do not apologize for being "dickish", as I hear I was coming across as that night. Sure, it was only a minor pregnancy scare, but I think the fact that I was a prospective dad for three entire fucking months trumps the scares you kids have had. If this news comes as a shock, it's because I forgot to tell you. Ask me about it. Anyway. I feel my attitude that night, while caustic, was justified in light of past events, and I really frankly don't find those jokes even remotely funny while I am in the middle of a scare.
Turns out my initial suspicions were correct, and she only had a quick stomach cold brought on by lack of sleep and lots of stress. THANKS BUSH
Fast forward to last night. While engaged in conversation with a few friends, it was brought jarringly to my attention that the people around me do, in fact, change. Things were said that I feel were totally unjustified and reflect very badly on the person who said them. I really, honestly didn't expect it. I haven't spoken to you yet about it because I haven't had a chance to talk to you alone in person, though I'd like to.
SO: Tonight. Shari's was good, though complaints on the part of Sister Atom Bomb of Mild Reason show a LACK OF DISCIPLINE on her part. We expect a reasonable attitude the next time, Sister. When 1 am rolls around again, hail it with glory and well-meaning, for not until 2 am will be the time of reckoning, so saith Lady Shari's of Foodstuffs! And Lo!
I rolled home, opened up the good ole gmail, and there I see an email from one Mark Hamilton, the station manager at NRK. Not only has he read my complaint, and has taken steps to correct such a fallacy, but he has offered us (me and sugarbutt) free tickets to pretty much whatever show we want to go to, instead. I am really impressed by this. I would have been totally happy with just an apology and a promise to fix the problem, but free tickets? HOLY CRAP. I wonder how much of a profit they actually make through those 947Nation offers. Call me, babe. We have plans to discuss.