Hindsight is Way More Fun

Happy May Day. They finally removed the blood-soaked rag from the sidewalk outside my office building!

Also, I'm thinking of leaving work early because of the protest. This is my one night at home this week and I really don't want to spend several hours on the bus trying to get there or hang out downtown until 7:00 waiting for the worker's protest to clear. I'm glad they have the right to protest. But I really want to go home and chill tonight.

But what I really want to talk about is this: Remember that scene in Trainspotting where Rents and Sick Boy are discussing solo careers? Sick Boy maintains the fact that even a really talented musician who was once great with a band, will never be as good on his own. Examples include Morrissey, Frank Black, Lou Reed and now, Jarvis Cocker.

In 1996, I saw Pulp play the tiny 9:30 Club in DC. This was a big deal because that year, Pulp were HUGE in England. They were selling out Wembley Stadium, yet here they were in a small 300-capacity club in the US. Sure, the venue was sold out, but they were still relatively unknown. This was before William Shatner brought “Common People” to light.

At this tiny club, Javis brought it. He was playing to the cheap seats, even in a venue that had no cheap seats. Apart from being sweating distance from Joe Strummer in 1999, it may have been the greatest performance in my show-going history.

Last night I saw the same man, 11 years later, play the Showbox. The Showbox is a superior Seattle concert venue. Lots of seats in the bar with good views and a great sound system. Jarvis was still an energetic performer, but and I'm sure this is something that every ex-frontman turned solo act must struggle with, he played NO PULP SONGS. At the moment, he has one solo record out. It's alright. It's no Pulp record. He played the entire thing. When he and his band left the stage to prepare for the encore, he had no album tracks left. I thought for sure he would play a Pulp song. Instead, he played the HIDDEN album track. Right. Forgot about that. But now, surely, he would play a Pulp song. ANY Pulp song. Doesn't have to be “Common People”. In fact, I'd prefer it wasn't. If you don't want to do anything from “This Is Hardcore”, I'll take a song from that silly hippie record, “We Love Life”.

But nay. Out of solo songs, he played “Purple Haze”. It was a tribute to being in Seattle. It sounded great. Better than most of the set even. But damnit, I wanted to hear a Pulp song. For god's sake, he WROTE all of those songs. He should have the rights to them. Strummer played several of his tracks off of London Calling when on tour with the Mescaleros. I suppose Jarvis is trying to distance himself from all that. I wouldn't have minded if I didn't find his solo record so mediocre. So Sub-Pulp. I was excited to see Jarvis on stage. He is, in many ways, a totem for me. But last night was kind of a bummer. Perhaps I am a joyless curmudgeon. But I really wanted to hear a goddamned Pulp song.

WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

After spending all day in a work meeting, this also being my birthday, I was definitely ready to start drinking. I met Alex and Andrew outside of their building and we walked to Andrew’s car so that he could drop it off at Alex’s. We arrived at the Green Room around 6:30 for drinks and food before the Dandy Warhols/Brian Jonestown Massacre show.

We asked the door man how hard it would be to get into the show from the Green Room. He wasn’t all that helpful. Our waitress, however, told us that if we got in line around 7:45, we would be golden.

Andrew suggested that I pace myself because it was going to be a long night. He was right, but pacing yourself on your birthday is not an easy task.

Ryan and The Kidd joined us, though they weren’t going to the show. Anton from Brian Jonestown was sitting up at the bar. I was kind of hoping that all of the Dandys would just be hanging out as well, but no such luck.

Meep arrived soon after Ryan and the Kidd. It was then that Ryan began buying shots. One Birthday Cake shot is fun. More than one is probably a bad idea, but it’s hard to say no when they are free (and, as it happens, taste like cake). Andrew was man enough to join in on the shots.

So by the time we lined up for the show, I’d had two Screwdrivers and two Birthday Cake shots. This was not so much in line with the pacing plan.

They let us Green Roomers in before the huge line outside. This is what I was hoping would happen. We made a bee-line for the right-hand bar and scored pretty much the best table in the house. This is the way for old people to watch a rock show!

We were joined a while later by Roxy. The first band was pretty mediocre but they didn’t play for very long. Plus, the drinks kept coming (along with plenty of water) so time was passing pretty quickly.

Brian Jonestown was good, but, as Meep deftly pointed out, we just weren’t that into it. It was great background music for hanging out though. We were getting silly and drawing pictures in Meep’s notebook. There is a series involving me and Eric Roberts that we found particularly amusing at the time.

When the Dandys took the stage, it started off a little stale. They were flawless, musically, but they seemed bored. However, after about 4 or 5 songs, they started to get more into it. The audience responded in kind. By the end of the set, everyone was rocking out. It was pretty exciting. If it hadn’t been completely packed with people, I might have even been compelled to dance. Derek arrived in the middle of the Dandys set and thus, the whole planned crew was assembled.

After the show, we finished our drinks and Meep made her way to the bathroom. She had been holding it for quite some time. Outside the Showbox, we checked the time and saw that we had about 30 minutes before last call. I was pretty drunk, however, and was pretty ready to go home. I would have been up for a night cap if Roxy and Meep hadn’t also wanted to go home. The boys were all heading to Queen Anne and I was not about to make my way home alone.

Us girls contemplated walking, but, in the end, laziness won out and we hailed a cab.

We apparently missed out on some power drinking at the Alibi Room and a quick visit to the ‘Vous. Bummer.

SATURDAY

No doubt about it, I was hung over. Luckily, it wasn’t the debilitating headachy kind of hangover though. This is probably because I stayed in bed till around 11. I met Meep for brunch at Charlie’s.

We briefly killed some time at Crossroads where I bought a new dress. (Guess what color it is!) I was feeling pretty gross from breakfast so I took my leave of Meep and went home to exercise.

Around 5:00, I headed down to Broadway to buy some cloves and got carded. I mention this because being carded for smokes the day after your 28th birthday feels pretty nice.

Then I headed to the NW Film Forum to meet people who were buying my 5 6:00 show tickets to Hump. The reason I had that many tickets to a show I wasn’t attending is complicated so I won’t go into it. I will say, however, that Dan Savage (who was running the door…I’m surprised he doesn’t have a P.A. to do these things) was very nice about it. Boozer, Scott and Dan Morelli bought 3 of my tickets. I introduced them and waited in line with them for the last two people to show up. They never did.

While we waited, a group of side-show type performers pimped their Hump entry by lying on broken glass and spikes and hammering nails into their eyes.

After they started to let people in, I took my leave of Boozer, Scott and Dan and went to meet Andrew and the Smithinghams for dinner. On my way, I got a call from the person who didn’t show up. She was apparently out of town and had bequeathed her tickets to someone else. Of course, that person had no idea what I looked like so who knows if she was there. I doubt she could get in if she had been, because Dan Savage needed everyone in my party’s name on his list. Regardless, I’m still getting my money back for the tickets. I feel bad though, if my mess left empty seats, because this was definitely the most sought after show of the weekend.
We supped at Café Septieme. I had the polenta. It was delicious. On our way to the theatre, we strolled through Cal Anderson Park. Aiyana stopped about 100 yards from the swing set (which was full of children) and pulled out a pipe. It was necessary and not at all conspicuous.

And thus, I was back in line, this time for a show I was actually going to see. Andrew saw someone he knew from work, and he got in line with us. As the side-show started again, Andrew and Derek went to the liquor store for reinforcements. Aiyana couldn’t handle the horror show so she wandered off leaving me alone with Andrew’s co-worker. The two guys took turns placing a small woman on top of the fella who was laying on something sharp and dangerous. They said that she was the star of their movie. She seemed either extremely burned out for slightly retarded. I was not looking forward to seeing her naked. However, I was morbidly fascinated by the scene and took a picture.

A moment of hilarity occurred when another group of circus performer happened by on bicycles. The side-show folks shouted at them from across the street and began, I’m not kidding, a networking session. We overheard a bit of it before they crossed to the same side of the street. One of the side-show guys actually said “Are you on myspace?”

Hump was exactly what I expected. Some of the movies were hilarious, some were kind of hot, and some were revolting. I will carry the memory of what I saw with me for the rest of my life. Our short got a VERY good response. A loud cheer erupted at the end credits. As usual with our films, people were probably grateful for how much shorter it was than the other films. The limit on the movies was a merciful 8 minutes. But let me assure you that with some of them, 8 minutes still felt TOO long. Especially one which was unanimously hailed as the least sexy thing anyone had ever seen. I won’t go into detail unless you want me too. I do, however, want to share my favorite bit of dialogs from one of the films. It was a “western” themed film staring what could only be experienced female porn stars. I wasn’t as sure about the men. I also could not determine whether or not the dialogs was scripted or ad-libbed. However, what follows is a scene verbatim.

INT. SALOON. DAY.

A SEXY BARMAID stands behind the bar. TWO COWBOYS enter. They awkwardly order shots and take seats at a table.

COWBOY #1
You know how you’re, like, the fastest gun in the West?

WESTY McFASTGUN
Yeah…

COWBOY #1
Well, Limey Lenny is the fastest gun in England…and he’s flying over here right now
BARMAID
This is 1874. We don’t have airplanes.

COWBOY #1
Well then he’s taking a boat…or a train.

Needless to say, Limey Lenny was packing. And the barmaid and lady of ill-repute help them settle their dispute.

After the show, Dan Savage announced that the winner would be crowned at Havana at 11:45. This gave us about 2 hours to kill. We wandered down Pike, stopping outside the new lesbian bar, Sugar. Andrew and Aiyana REALLY wanted to go in. However, loud music was emanating from the doors. I was not yet drunk enough to be excited by loud music. Still, since everyone else wanted to go in for “one drink”, I finally conceded. I’m glad I did. It was actually kind of fun in there. I can imagine really enjoying myself there. It’s spacious and well-decorated and the dance floor looked fun. A drag queen wandered around talking to people. Andrew was especially enjoying himself because most of the clientele were lipstick lesbians.

Next, we decided to find Havana and see if we would be interested in hanging out there until the awards ceremony. We weren’t. It was packed and hot and it looked like getting a drink would be impossible. We decided to move on and come back right at show time.

We got a couple of drinks at the Satellite and then lined our stomachs with Frittes. Two more of Andrews friends met us at the Frittes shop. They weren’t done eating at 11:45, so Andrew and I took off to learn our fates. The others would meet us.

We weren’t that optimistic about being comfortable when we entered Havana again. Andrew cleverly guided us to the back of the bar. On our way, I saw the now-famously well-endowed star of “Lawnboy”. You may recall that the review of this film in The Stranger was merely the words Super Giant Cock written about 25 times. That guy must have had quite a good weekend.

The timing was impeccable. He saw a guy sitting alone at a big table and motioned a request for us to sit down, thinking that we would be sharing with strangers. When we sat down, we noticed a paid bill on the table. The guy began putting on his coat. “Are you out of here?” asked Andrew? The guy nodded. We had the whole back booth to ourselves! Not only that, but our very own waitress took our drink orders. I believe this is what they call Big Time Pimpin’. “Maybe we do have a shot at this thing,” mused Andrew.

The others arrived just as Dan took the stage to announce the winners. After he announced third place (“Lawnboy”), we knew we didn’t place. It was ok though, because he winners really were the three best films of the lot. We were just happy that we were as well-received as we were for the amount of time and effort that we put into the thing.

After the announcements, we were ready to take off. We got our bill and convened outside. Andrew noticed Dan Savage standing around and wanted to go ask him just how close we DID come to winning. I didn’t see any harm in this and went with him.

Dan was being monopolized by some guy who was clearly boring the tits off of him. When he saw us, he turned to us with a big smile as if to say “Why hello there, strangers. PLEASE interrupt this conversation.” We introduced ourselves and he told us that he really liked our film. He said he was impressed at how it turned out, having been shot on a digital still camera. We agreed. Then Andrew asked him how close we were to placing. Dan leaned into Andrew’s ear and whispered the answer. WE WERE TWO VOTES AWAY FROM THIRD PLACE!!! That made us very giddy, but also slightly disappointed because if those two people who I’d promised my tickets to had actually showed up and voted, we might have been $250 richer. Regardless, it was exciting to have come that close. Dan shook our hands and said that he hoped we would submit something else for next year.

We then wandered off, leaving him at the mercy of the annoying person who was waiting in the wings the whole time we were there.

Andrew had decided early in the evening that his wish was for me to go to the Vogue before he leaves. He couldn’t believe that I had never been there. The REASON I had never been there was because, despite my affinity for black clothing and the music of the Cure, I had little desire to hang out with a bunch of Tim Burton devotees. However, Andrew assure me that the music they spin on Saturday nights is right up my alley. Aiyana and Derek confirmed. So we headed over there.

It was a $5 cover, but it ended up being worth it. I felt as if they had commandeered my i-tunes. The Cure, The Smiths, Joy Division, Bowie, and several 80’s classics brought all of us to the dance floor. It was fantastic.

After closing the place out, I accepted an offer for a ride home (even though it probably would have taken the same amount of time to walk). On our way to Andrew’s car, we passed a white Hummer. We all expressed our disdain for the vehicle, but Derek went a step further, kicking the front tire and then looking around for a way to deflate it. He tugged on the valve on the tire and a hissing sound emanated from it. Given that the tire was GINORMOUS, it could take hours for any significant deflation to occur. The rest of us, of course, appreciated the sentiment, but this was after last call, and the undoubtedly testosterone-filled gentlemen who owned the vehicle would most likely be back at any moment.

Aiyana, being the only sober one in the bunch, shouted that she would drive back to pick up Derek if he wasn’t already beaten to a bloody pulp. Andrew and I followed her. As we drove back to the scene, we saw several giant men getting into their phallus. Derek stood, unharmed, two car lengths away. He got into the car and told us that luckily, he was alert, because he missed getting caught by mere moments. Those guys would NOT have seen Derek’s point of view at all.

SUNDAY

My morning was spent finishing the complete series of Undeclared and reading Transmetropolitan. In the afternoon, Brugos came by, fresh from his 27 hours of traveling. He now knows all about phone cards.

We picked up some Thai food from the Thai Nazi and ate it at Volunteer Park. Later, Brugos slept through some of Cecil B. Demented.

PS: Andrew is going to put our Hump entry onto YouTube sometime this week! I will post the link.

NEXT WEEKEND We hype the crap out of GadZook Films!

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WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY
After packing and a few pre-funk drinks, Brugos and I met Alex at the Capital Hill Block Party to see some bands I’d never heard of. Even though most of the bands that WERE playing were kind of crappy, I’m glad we stuck around for a band that Alex came to see called The Cops. They played last and they were REALLY good. Alex compared them to The Clash, which I didn’t quite see, but they definitely had that classic punk vibe to them and a young John Fogarty on guitar.

SATURDAY
Brugos and I had to get up fairly early to hit the road. We were on our way to Larrabee State Park (just south of Bellingham) for Roxy’s birthday camping. We got a slightly later start than we’d intended on account of me forgetting things, but we still got to the campsite in time for lunch. I’ve never been camping in designated campsite area before. It felt kind of weird driving in, like we were entering a commune or something. We found the Brunswick’s lot and unloaded our gear, and then drove off to find a parking spot. As we drove through what appeared to be a family reunion, a small, dead-eyed blonde child stepped in front of B.’s car. B., naturally, stopped the car and waited for the child to move. The child did not move. He stared at us with an empty face. What was this child’s deal? Was he retarded? Extremely inbred? World-weary? Who knows. B. didn’t honk because he thought that would be rude, but he gestured for the child to get out of the way. The child did not budge. Finally, his older brother ran into the road and carried the child out of the way, and we were able to drive forward. But…if these are our neighbors, I thought, it’s going to be a weird day.

We drove to what we thought was the parking lot, but a sign clearly warned us that all cars parked there after dark would be impounded. We drove back to our lot to ask the Brunswicks where they thought we should park. There were only two parking spaces per lot and they were already occupied. Luckily, the cars were small, and someone was kind enough to move their car over and let us squeeze in.

Our lot was conveniently situated spitting distance from an active train track, and the trains were on a regular schedule. Sleeping would be fun. Our neighbors, apparently, had a predilection for dance music.

We set up the tent and then it was clearly hot dog and Franzia time. After lunch, I finally caught up with the rest of America and learned how to play Texas Hold ‘Em. It was fun and I didn’t entirely suck, but I still have no interest in playing for money.

The sun came out and it seemed like the perfect time for a hike. The hike that Larrabee boasted was a two mile hike to Fragrance Lake. Provided this wasn’t an ironic name, this sounded like an extremely pleasant hike. What the signs neglected to tell us was that this was some miracle lake that resided on the TOP of a MOUNTAIN, after hiking straight up. And sure, perhaps the distance from ground to lake is two miles, but from all the meandering we were doing, we surely went farther than two miles. I’m guessing 4, actually. Now, no one present was particularly sporty and we had all been drinking, so the complaining began early on. For whatever reason, however, we carried on. It became evident to me that the hills were going to be murder on my knees coming back down, but something kept me going as well. Perhaps it was my frustration over being so out of shape (the knees weren’t a problem going up…the lungs were). Perhaps it was that no one else, despite complaints, seemed to want to give up. Perhaps none of us gave up because we kept coming across OLD PEOPLE AND CHILDREN happily passing us on their way down the mountain. Did these people actually complete the hike?

Seemingly an eternity later, we came across a sign that said “Fragrance Lake 1.1 miles”. It was then that we determined we were actually in some kind of REI Hell dimension and we had no choice but to see what this “Fragrance Lake” looked like.

We finally made it to the lake, and it was indeed pretty. We sat down for a bit and watched dogs come and go. Rocko skipped some rocks and eventually went in for a dip. After a rest, we turned back.

The way down was indeed painful for me, but B. was kind enough to escort grandma down the mountain at her own pace. I wonder if doing this kind of thing more often would be better or worse for my knees. All I know is that there were a LOT of old people hiking that thing.

When we returned to camp, we broke out the Apples to Apples and were serenaded by some wood nymphs playing what I swear was “Age of Aquarius” on the pan flute. This was indeed a strange camp site. The others had arrived on Friday and told us that they’d taken an evening stroll to the beach and happened upon a Western Washington University performance of Godspell, which they hilariously crashed during the crucifixion scene. We were hoping that they did a different musical every night.

As we played, a small child lapped the roundabout on his scooter. He did this for an impressive amount of time without getting bored. It became rather maddening for some of us.

Dinner time came and, sadly, two of the party had to return to Seattle. After dinner, we broke out the Totally 80’s Trivial Pursuit and asked each other questions. They questions were disappointingly lacking in kitsch value. This was mostly disappointing, I imagine, because most of us didn’t know the answers.

While we stared at the fire, we were approached by a couple in matching beige outfits. “We noticed that you have an extra car. We are going to need to charge you for that,” they said. B. forked over the $10. “Also, we wanted to point out that it’s quiet hours now. Your neighbors are trying to sleep. We had some reports that you were noisy last night. We don’t know if it was you or that other group, but we would appreciate it if you would watch your noise level tonight.” We, of course, agreed and our camp R.A.s left.

The Brunswicks decided to walk down to the beach again and, perhaps, enjoy some more musical theatre. The rest of us stayed behind and stared at the fire. The Brunswicks returned with no tales to tell, and we all turned in.

Almost immediately after having settled into our tent, it began to rain. The rain didn’t let up the entire night. The trains, thankfully, stopped running after 3am.

SUNDAY
When we woke in the morning, it was still raining. It sounded like it was coming down pretty hard. This is why I put off going to pee. Of course, the rain only made it more difficult to put this off, so eventually B. and I conceded. When we got outside, we found that the tent made it sound worse than it was. Still, it seemed prudent to pack up everything and go into town for breakfast, rather than try and wait out the rain.

B. managed to get a fire going to make some tea, so that we could have the extra energy needed to pack up. Before long, we were on the road to Bellingham for some delicious, dry breakfast.

We went to the Ranch Room in downtown B-Ham. I’d been to this place with the GadZookies during the Projections Film Festival and really enjoyed it. This morning, the service was rather neglectful, and the B-Ham townies were certainly eccentric, but the food was delicious.

Our bellies full, we hit the road back home.

I think this is the last time I want to camp in a heavily populated and designated camping area. Sure, it’s nice to have a toilet and running water nearby, (thought that becomes less convenient after dark, because I would really rather just pee in the woods next to my tent than find my way to the bathroom) but having to deal with weird children, loud trains, dance music, squares and watching your noise level seems counter to the whole spirit of camping to me. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time. But there’s something very freeing about being the only people in at least a mile radius.

After unpacking and getting cleaned up, B. and I finished off Deadwood Season 1 with the Boobergs, followed by 2 games of Settlers of Catan at Brugos’. I played poorly. I’m still getting my bearings in this game and while I certainly find it fun, I haven’t yet mastered all of the rules, making strategy impossible. My theory is that one day it will hit me all at once, and I will henceforth become an unstoppable force.

Here are some pictures from camping!

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WEEKEND RECAP

Friday

It was looking like it was going to be a poor turnout for our Robocop screening. At 8:00, no one had shown up yet (besides me, Faye and Dom. And Two of us live there), so we continued to watch Carnivale and be equally amazed by it’s brilliance and amused by it’s charming Dust Bowl dialogue (you sonofabitch, goddammit). Around 8:15, Sherwood arrived, but, by that time, we were too far into the episode to stop. So Sherrard, who uninitiated into the world of the Rousties, (not that those of us who were caught up had any better of an understanding of it), checked his email and padded around the apartment until we were finished. Around 9:00 we started Robocop (first watching 5 minutes or so of commentary which was long enough for us to learn two important and amusing details.
1) Verhoeven almost didn’t accept the offer to direct it because his first reading of the script “led [him] to believe that it was a standard American action film”. It wasn’t until his wife read it and convinced him that “there was a lot more going on here” that he decided to make his American directing debut.
2) He pronounces it “Rrrrrobocup”. It’s hard to type that out the way he says it. Basically, he rolls the first “r” and makes the whole word as close to one syllable as possible. Hilarious.

Around 10:00, krk arrives with snacky reinforcements and a friend who’s name has already escaped me. (Damn you, reefer!) BennDunn arrived around 10:30 in time to catch the end of the movie, drop off a copy of the Tivo’d “Reefer Madness” and a Polaroid of his person identifying himself as “1 Ben Dur”. Everyone met and adored Tobe who reveled in the petting orgy. And then we all retired to bed because we are all sleepy and lame.

Saturday

Faye and I had some writin’ ta do. We have all these “little bits” left to add to the feature script. Things that should be easy, but when you sit down to write them, they end up taking a dogs age and you’re googling random phrases like “rectal prolapse” for inspiration and the next thing you know, it’s time to go to a backyard BBQ and croquet match in the rain. I’m hoping we’ll only need one more week on this bad boy and then we’ll have completed draft # 3.
At 5:00, we headed to our friend Chris’s house to eat veggie BBQ and prefunk for the Reggie and the Full Effect show. We ate a delicious and gluttonous portion of veggie burgers, rice and kimchi (sp?) and homemade angel food cake for dessert. We enjoyed this meal whilst watching THE most fucked up TV ever created, Wonder Showzen. This was only the second episode I have ever seen and I have to admit that even this bloodlusty wench was a LITTLE grossed out when I first saw the bit about the Chewties. However, by the time they got to the “Leprosy Nachos”, I was already desensitized. Still, I must know who these people are and how they can possibly think of things so disturbing as a child in a Hitler costume interviewing people on the street.
After dinner, we decided to break in the newly grown grass in the backyard with a game of croquet. I have only played croquet once before and it was a looooong time ago so I have to say I think I did pretty well. I was in last place but I was still right behind everybody else so it wasn’t as cripplingly humiliating as, say, high school gym class. I can’t wait to play again! Halfway through the game, it began to rain. We thought we could play through, being hardened Seattleites that we are. We were wrong. The rain came down with increasing strength and we were forced to postpone our game. Luckily, it stopped before we had to leave, so we finished the game just in time to hop in Chris’s fancy and recently acquired antique convertible. No top down for us, but Faye still wore the fifties-style scarf I bought her for this very occasion.
We arrived at El Corazon (formerly Graceland) just in time for Reggie’s set. We were horrified to find that we were surrounded by children with a mean age of 18. Despite the presence of irritating children, drunk dudes and some guy farting tacos, the performance was great. I had previously held reservations because I heard that the lead Reggie is going through a divorce and it also saddened by the break-up of the Get Up Kids. Faye and I were both worried that this meant a return to the emo sensibilities of the GUK. It did not. It meant death metal. Very angry death metal. And people adorned in fake blood. Awesome.
We left as soon as the set was over, as we had no desire to stick around for New Found Glory or to spend any more time with these people. Since it was still early, we headed to the Hill for a drink. We started at the Wok and Grill but were dismayed to learn that their juke box was broken. Having no other purpose to remaining there, we decided an impromptu karaoke session at Jai Thai was in order. We made some calls to bulk up our group and proceeded to sing!
Highlights:
-Andrew’s surprise performance of “Power of Love”. We were trying to train him for his contest the following night where they choose the song for you. He clearly did not need training.
-Chris’s balls-to-the-wall, and no doubt sore-throat inducing performance of “Mother” by Danzig.
-Some guy with a devil lock who did the most dead-on performance of “The End” by the doors, followed later by an incredible Elvis impersonation. I think I have a crush on him.
-Erin’s always flawless “One Way Or Another”.
-Me doing “Say It Aint’ So”. It might not have been a highlight for other people, but for me it was loads of fun. I wish they had more Weezer at karaoke. I would KILL to do some songs off Pinkerton.
-Some poor girl choosing “Piano Man” and being drowned out by the entire bar singing along loudly.

Sunday

It started out as a perfectly normal Sunday but escalated to a bit of an emergency situation when we realized that Tobe was urinating blood. Faye and I took him to the emergency vet (right around the time when I would have gone to yoga. Doh!) and he was given antibiotics for a urinary tract infection. The poor little guy! I have to give him a pill twice a day for two weeks. For those of you that have ever had to give a pill to a cat, you know that it is typically a Sisyphus-ian endeavor. However, Tobe is a champ who takes his pills with little protest. We will know in a few days if his problem is clearing up. I’ve had the little guy for a week and he’s already been to the emergency room. Hopefully this is just a problem that he’s had for a while and was just never taken care of, rather than a sign of a weak immune system. Poor little feller.

Anyway, now we are back to Monday and this is THE critical week in the world of Snow Day. We have to send the movie off on Wednesday (Thursday at the latest) to make it into the San Diego Comic Con. Wish us luck!

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So I was going to write a long recount of yesterday, but Dom beat me to it. Not complaining though. I would like to add a few things though.

I had a good time waiting in line for the comedy thing. I played Gin with some high school kids who actually weren't that annoying. And they knew who they were going to see which was nice. Kinda reminded me of my youth. But with more friends. Ha ha.
The comedy show itself was pretty cool too. Fred Armisen came out and did a hilarious act as Sadam Husein as a british musician. Pretty brilliant, actually. Next was the comedic musical stylings of Hard N Phirm who are best known for doing a bluegrass medly of Radiohead songs called “Rodeohead”. They sang a song about Patriotic Dinasaurs, complete with slideshow. Very funny. Finally, our man Zach Galifianakis came out. He was hilarious as always, but I think he underestimates his audience. He seems to assume that he doesn't have any hardcore fans and therefore, even though there are a few new jokes, we hear the same act each time. Zach, I know TV's Tru Calling keeps you pretty busy, but we want a new act! How much harder do we have to support you before you give us new jokes?

After that we putzed around the festival. We went to an ok beer garden where I saw the drummer for Alice In Chains. When I was 14, that would have made my day. Now it's not that big of a deal. But it does surprise me that I don't see more people wandering around Seattle. I mean, come on Mark Arm and Kim Thayil. No one's gonna mob you or anything.

The Pixies were aight. They seemed to be going through the motions though. I can't imagine they've resolved too many of the issues that caused their breakup. It's a Cash Cow tour. But it was neat to be able to say I saw them.

Today I am back at work. I feel SOMEWHAT rested but the stress is starting all over again. There's a ton of work to catch up on, and the cleaning people threw away everything in my boss's in-box. (What the fuck?!) so I've had to deal with “describing the papers” and things all morning while they fish through the garbage looking for this stuff. The really bad news that comes along with that is that it's the last straw for Ken. He's been wanting to move our office for a while because a lot of little fucked up things like that happen in this building. Also, the rest of our floor is empty and clients think it's “weird”. We've actually had potential clients decline to sign up with us because of it. So boss man wanted to move when our lease was up. But now he wants to sublet and move ASAP. And he wants to move AWAY from downtown. I DON'T want that. It's not up to me, of course. But I WILL be the one looking for places, so hopefully I will be able to find better deals downtown than in South Lake Union where he (and Lil' Dictator) want to move. I LIKE WORKING DOWNTOWN! It's one of the only things that keeps my days interesting. No more daily trips to the library. No more lunches with Roxy. No more running errands at lunch time or trying lots of different places to eat. I don't know what is around South Lake Union but I'm pretty sure there's not as many food choices or shopping. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
But we'll see what happens, I guess. We'll see. At least we're not moving to Bellevue. That's what boss wanted originally. I would definitely quit were we to move to Bellevue. That is a bus ride in hell that I could not take.