do you remember how you were

PICTURES!!

So the pictures from this past weekend's Jai Thai Karaoke excursion are up. Looking at them, I remembered a few other funny details from the night including the fact that when Dom sang “The Rainbow Connection”, the DJ made him hold stuffed animals. Also, I remembered this morning that we had decided that the male equivalent of “Show us your tits” is “show us your balls” and we shouted it at a few people who were singing. I'm pretty sure it was only shouted at people we knew. PRETTY sure.

Please enjoy pictures from Faye's Housewarming as well (including fun with P.B.R.).

The blast from the past vault includes pictures from Elyse's and Gene's housewarming (that the Stranger crashed and the Bobcats rocked). AND here's some really cool photos from karaoke at the Bus Stop . We were in rare form that night. (And by rare, I mean off our nuts).

See also:
Adam and Eva's Wedding .

PS: If you are having trouble with the picture links, try copying them and pasting them into your browser. Booyah.

finicky headquarter

WEEKEND RECAP

Friday
Faye had her long-awaited housewarming party. And warm we did. We managed to pack a good 15 people in there and we drank and spoke of porn and ate bread with cheese. I felt like an adult, I did. This part should probably be longer but frankly, I drank a lot of champagne that night and all I remember is that I had a good time. And that “Heat of the Moment” is one of the BEST songs to listen to when you’re drunk.

Saturday
Faye and I finally took our director photos for the press packs that we will send out along with our festival submissions for Snow Day. We have been pouring over this item on our to-do list for a long time because every picture we have of ourselves is either too silly (taken when drinking or hanging out) or just not very good pictures (if taken when we actually ARE directing). So we staged some artsy fartsy pictures of us at Volunteer park. Two rolls of film’s worth. We took pictures of us smiling and not smiling. Looking at the camera and looking off into the distance. Sitting on stares and standing in interesting doorways. Hopefully there will be SOMETHING cool in there because damnit if this isn’t one of those needlessly complicated situations! We need pictures that are both professional and original. Pictures that both represent who we are and don’t freak people out…We’ll see what we get I guess. After we took about a roll and a half of us being directory, we needed to finish the roll. So there are the inevitable pictures of me pretending that I’m a hobo and that various things found around the park were my penis. Um…how old are we?
Later, we had a brief writer’s meeting and then met people at Jai Thai for dinner and to check out the new Saturday karaoke situation. We were joined by various people coming and going throughout the night but most people got to witness the splendor that was Anne, the man with breasts who was either a pre-op tranny who didn’t bother with makeup or a man who was trying out drag for the night but didn’t really understand the concept. Either way, he/she was very nice and high-fived everybody as they left the stage. She/he also played an inflatable guitar and danced for most of the evening. We were also served by an extremely drunk waiter who kept sitting down with us when he took our order and then would engage in conversation with us and forget what he was doing. To expedite the process, we started ordering more than one drink at a time. The karaoke selection itself, being from the same DJ who works at the Wild Rose, was INCREDIBLE! Butt rock, classic rock, alternative and show tunes. Anything and everything a chap can unload and sing is in that book. Furthermore, there weren’t THAT many people in the bar at any given time so we each got to sing an average of three songs! Some might find the eclectic company to be off-putting. Being a veteran of El Toro in Tacoma, I found it comforting. Needless to say, I will definitely be a repeat visitor to Jai Thai karaoke! Song highlights include Faye singing “The Heat of the Moment” (the unofficial theme song for last weekend), Anne singing (period), and a personal highlight of mine is getting to sing “Skid Row” from Little Shop of Horrors with Chris and Dom.

Sunday
I spent the morning watching Carnivắle, which is a show that I am quickly becoming obsessed with. Like I NEED another one of those. Then I did some home-yoga and got ready to go see Sin City.
I went in with low expectations based on, well, ALL of Robert Rodriguez’s other films. While they are typically entertaining and ultraviolent (good) they are also typically full of laughable dialogue and uninspired music. Well, Sin City is the cream of the crop in terms of ultraviolence. I was giddy with amputations and throat slitting and paintball-esque blood flying everywhere. I was also giddy with a new crush on Clive Owen who is the slickest thing in grease and leather that I have seen in a long time. The dialogue was cheesy but it was perfect for the nouveau-noir cinematography. What a fun film! Even with the presence of Brittney Murphy and Jessica Alba and with some of the most irritating line readings ever from Alexis Bledel, it was still fun! After it was over, we stayed in the theatre and counted how many times Robert Rodriguez’s name appeared in the credits. The answer is 7. Hello, Narcissus? My name is Robert Rodriguez. I will give you a run for your money. Also, you killed my father. Actually, we think he may have thrown some aliases in there as well. Regardless, I had a blast. Also, the Cinerama is responsible in no small part for the fun we had. Any movie is automatically enhanced by that big beautiful screen and those cushy seats. Even Garden State.

I kinda wanna go see Sin City again…

soul leaps momentarily into

This morning I realized that a LOT of people live in a vaguely Groundhog Day-like existence. This came to me this morning when I was walking my usual 5-block route from the bus stop to my office. The guy who sits outside of Rite Aid and tries to sell you cookies? Check. The young man with the Ricki-From-American-Beauty hat who works in my building and always catches up with my route two blocks from our destination? Check. The little girl with the backpack and her mother who stand on the kitty-corner from the library waiting for something (a bus, the father? I never find out)? Check. The man in the big red coat who sells Real Change outside my building? Check. If my make the 7:45 bus, I see these people every morning at the same moments without fail. On my way home, it’s a similar story. The bald Goth (I really want to know where he works) who is perpetually on his mobile gets on the 5:05 #10 bus with me every day. Our bus driver is a surly (but funny) black man who takes shit from no-one. In a way, knowing I will see these things every day is comforting. I feel a vague connection to all these people, knowing that even though we are in somewhat of a daily rut, we are in it together. In another way, I find the whole thing creepy and off-putting.

Regardless, when I leave this job, I will have to work my way into a different routine. Wonder who I’ll meet then…

aftermath

It was an amicable breakup conversation. Boss Man actually retracted his statement from last week about how he “wouldn't have hired” me in retrospect. He said he knows I do a great job and he always raves about me to other people we work with. He also said he was saddened by the fact that we were having this conversation but that he thought I had some good points. I think I caught him off guard because he said he needs to speak with one of the Powers That Be to give him “another perspective” on what to do. He also said that he was concerned about me just taking another job that isn't as good for me or doesn't pay as well just because I'm desperate for work. He said he'd rather I seek employment in my own time frame rather than just setting an abstract deadline for my departure. So I guess that means I can start looking for a job now and, if one comes up that is too good to pass up (i.e. equal to or better than the situation I'm in now), I can take it, but that I don't HAVE to leave June 1st if I'm not ready to go. He also said he wished he knew people in the film industry that he could hook me up with. One of our clients apparently has her own commercial production business and he said he could talk to her to see if she needs any help. He was very sympathetic and very eager to make sure that I do what is best for me. He also said he really appreciated the fact that I had the company's interest in mind whilst making this decision. He doesn't necessarily know if The Golden Child is an easy replacement for my job. The end result of today's conversation: He will speak with the PTB and he and I will speak again on Friday. No one is mad and no one is out for blood. I feel much better about things now. We will see what the PTB says though because she has a history of not liking me (or anybody) very much.

In the meantime, I need to start making some doctor's appointments.

workmanlike

I'm breaking up with job today at 12:30. Wish me luck. I spoke with the intern yesterday and she is definitely still uber-keen on having my job. So hopefully it will be as easy all as that.
I think the Boss knows that we're going to be having a serious chat because he suggested we do it over lunch.

My plan is to suggest that I train the Golden Child for the next two months until she is ready to be hired full time. Meanwhile, I will be saving whatever money I can and looking for new employment. And then, in June, I can cash in my remaining vacation days and get out of here. This is the best case scenario. Obviously, the worst case scenario is that my boss can tell me to leave now.

I will update later with some (hopefully) happy news of the first scenario.

For all the satisfactions satire

WEEKEND RECAP

Friday

Since Faye and I were commissioned to bake the wedding cake for our friends Adam and Eva (no joke about the names…although I’m sure some people would attempt a joke. And those people are LAME), we had a lot of baking to do. Luckily, I had Good Friday off and was able to get a lot of baking in before Faye came over to do her frosting thang. We took a brief (but probably not brief enough) break to go to the Six Arms for dinner and then back to the kitchen (where we, being women, belong). At this point, I was having a mini panic attack because my kitchen had exploded in crumbs and frosting but I tried to calm down using beer. I woke up on the couch a while later as Faye was exiting the apartment.

Saturday
Faye and I woke up in our respective pads and got back to the kitchen. I still had one cake left to make because one of them had broken. We need enough cake for 200 people so I guess the odds are against us that all 8 cakes would turn out ok. However, for some unfortunate reason, I could not bake that last cake properly. 3 cakes later, the last one was “aight” and we were ready to go into the final frosting phase. Even with all this preparation, we were behind schedule and had to do a rush job on making ourselves pretty for the wedding. After one last check to make sure we didn’t have frosting in our hair, we sped off to the South Lake Union Naval Base with 8 cakes and an extreme hankering for free booze.

The ceremony was short and sweet. (Probably 10 minutes tops. Hooray for brevity. Oh, and also love). It also had THE best line I have heard in wedding vows thus far: “Though my mind and body will eventually fail, my love for you will not”.

The dinner buffet was catered by Araya vegetarian Thai restaurant which is now my favorite Thai restaurant in all of Seattle even though I’ve never officially been there. Usually, at weddings, the vegetarians get to eat some potatoes and some salad and MAYBE a pasta dish if we’re lucky. Thanks to Araya, we had our choice of THREE curries and the most delicious fried rice known to man. There was also a, I kid you not, CHOCOLATE FONDUE FOUNTAIN. It was beautiful and so very Wonka and, if I may be Veruca Salt about it, I WANT ONE.

After many many glasses of white wine, the party looked to be winding down. So we called our friends to see if we could meet up with them. (Our dear and talented friends The Tangents, were playing at the café above the College Inn and we thought we would have to miss it.) Turns out, the Tangents hadn’t started yet, so Dom carted mine and Faye’s already drunk asses to the U-District. The Tangents were playing when we got there and they sounded amazing. Faye and I erroneously convinced ourselves that we needed to continue drinking. And drink we did. Next thing we knew, it was last call and we were hammered. But we had gotten to have the best of both worlds; both attending our friends blessed union and seeing The Tangents. There is little better than drunken bonding with the people you already love hanging out with. Dom carted several of us drunkies home for the Sleep of the Inebriated.

Sunday
Ugh. It’s getting harder and harder to drink without severe consequences. Faye and I chatted on MSN and tried to piece the previous evening together. Dom was a big help in this endeavor. Swearing not to drink again, until next weekend, we got ready to go have our first interviews as filmmakers. The man who made our behind-the-scenes documentary wanted to interview me, Dom and Faye so that he would have something to narrate all the footage. He set up a nice little backdrop of concept art and everything. It was very official and very cool! We’ll be on E! in no time.

No yoga today on account of Easter. It’s probably just as well…It's hard to do the Vomit Pose when you already feel like you're going to vomit.

These things are all relative though…

I've taken tests before wherein I was a lot more of a degenerate. Oh well…

A Tad Inexperienced
You are 65% pure

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 64% on purity

Link: The 100 Point Sexual Purity Test written by ocicat on Ok Cupid

We do what others can't.

Dear Jesus,

I want to thank you. Because of you, I got a day off work. Because of you, I got to work on festival submission stuff and watch back to back reruns of Dawson's Creek on my jammies. Jesus, because you made the ultimate sacrifice, I was able to do these things. You may get a bad wrap, but I think you're pretty rad. Just please stay out of public schools and the government or I will have to put the smack down.

Love,
Baxter

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Rad!

you are Joe Strummer!
Joe Strummer… you've been through the cleansing
fire of punk, only to pick up a few venerial
diseases along the way. You're more of an
optimist when it comes to fucked-up genius.
But you can write wicked-deadly riffs and lycs.

Which fucked-up genius composer are you?
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