I've been messing with the html quite a bit in my template. As a result, this blog has an incomplete new look. I'm pretty pleased with it, thus far. Only I can't figure out how to change the text color in my description (below the title). I swear I fidgeted with every parameter in the damn template (and I could easily change the background color of that box!), but the mysterious descprition text color location remains a mystery to me. As a result, I had to make that stripey white background below the title just so my description would be legible. I'll keep working on it. But after tonight, other html tasks, such as manipulating margins and utilizing hexadecimal color features, have become quite doable! Rock on.
A more normal post, from earlier today, is below.
Mick
A Night in the City and Tecmo Super Bowl
Last night my friend John from work cruised up to the city. John is a fellow soon-to-be graduated resident whom I've known for the past 3 years. He doesn't get out on our crazy social scene all that much, mainly because he is married. (Another reason he doesn't get out in the city much is because John lives 84 MILES south of work! He and his wife, whom is a second year resident down in Portland, have set up their living arrangement to split the distance; so he commutes 84 miles (ONE WAY!) to work every single day. Utter craziness. And I live 45 miles NORTH of work, so we are hardly neighbors. In fact, his area code is 2 full codes south of mine.)
He told me earlier in the week that he'd be cruising up Wednesday night to take in an opera up here in Seattle. His wife was on call that night and he would be coming up alone. He asked if he could crash at my place, and I told him he could. As it worked out, Gwen was also on call last night and thus it was sort of a mild boys night out.
I like John. He is a smart dude and pretty funny and is one of only a handful of other military residents from work who would classify themselves as "liberal". We have worked well together for three years and it was good to see him in a more social setting.
We started by going down to good old Shiro's and getting the always fantastic and not-so-cheap chef's special which, as usual, was amazing. (My new taste for good Uni is growing). After dinner, he went to his opera and I tooled about the downtown area. First I grabbed a beer at good old Shorty's where I played some Defender, Joust, and pinball. Then I cruised up to the Barnes N' Noble in downtown Seattle and read various things for about 2-3 hours. (I really have no trouble spending an entire evening in a book store.)
When John's opera let out, he called me and we met up downtown to play some pool at Belltown Billiards. John and I are about even pool players, I would say, but the bastard beat me in 4 of 5 games (all by 1 ball or less) which was annoying since we are both mildly competitive. At about 1 am we cruised back up to my pad and played a couple of games of chess in which he beat me handedly both times. He's the guy I'll usually play chess against at work. When we first started playing, I was winning more than he but over the past few months he has won nearly all of our infrequent games.
I hate losing at chess. When it happens, I always feels like I just got "out-intellected" by someone else, Princess Bride style. Its not like losing a game of monoply. Rather, it feels more like being objectively proven dumber than an opponent. This is not something I enjoy, obviously. (Granted, I know from work that John is a pretty damn smart guy and there are many who are not as smart as he). And for what it's worth, we had both had about 4 or 5 beers at the pool hall prior to coming home and breaking out the chess board. I'm not sure how the alcohol affected John, but it sure didn't help my concentration or "chess foresight" any.
After two games of chess I'd had enough, and as I was putting the board away John noticed I had an old school Nintendo in my cabinet. He asked to see my games and after leafing through them he said, "You have Super Tecmo Bowl?! I used to kick ass at this game! Wanna play?"
I smiled. It looked like my night's worth of gaming failure was about to turn around.
The next words out of John's mouth were "I'm unbeatable with the 49ers!"
I smiled again. Oh no - not tonight, you aren't, I thought, practically licking my chops. I couldn't get the Nintendo hooked and the cartridge in the machine fast enough.
We loaded up the game and I told him that I used to a "pretty strong swimmer" myself at old Tecmo Super Bowl. In fact (though I didn't tell him this), I can't remember the last time I lost a game of Tecmo Super Bowl - it's been a long damn time, I can tell you that much. As I was setting everything up I was trying to decide which team to use. I could of course have selected my beloved Giants, with whom I dare say myself I am pretty much unbeatable (Lawrence Taylor, anyone?). I could have taken another GOOD team, which I wouldn't be as used to but may be on par with the elite 49ers squad of that game. (The game was made around 1991 or so - that 49er team, with Montana, Craig, Rice, Taylor, Jones, Lott, Haley, et al, is seriously no joke and probably the best team in the game). I could have taken the Raiders, just to run around with Bo Jackson. That would have been fun. After all was said and done,however, I opted to go with the old Cincinnati Bengals, who I would classify as a mid-level team that I had lots of experience with. I also figured it would be an amusing taunt aimed at poor John - to beat his mega-niners with the lowly Bengals - game on!
I could tell by his face that he thought the Bengals were a strange selection, but I only smiled. I think he realized then that I was probably going to be pretty good at the game. With that, the sweet familiar old-school style intro anime of Tecmo Super Bowl loaded up and we were off.
To John's credit, he was actually a pretty solid player. Outside of Iwan, I can't remember playing anyone better in a long time. And during our game, he kept picking my plays when I was on offense which was really annoying (seriously about 40% of the time he would pick my play. In Tecmo Super Bowl, as you may recall, you pick 1 of 8 possible plays on every down. The defense also picks 1 of 8. If the defensive selection matches the offensive one, the play is immediately shut down after the snap courtesy of massive computer-assisted defensive cheating which essentially turns every player on the defense into an ublockable, ultra-fast, ball-carrier homing tackling machine). Despite that, he made some bad coverage mistakes (and with Lott!) and I scored on my first drive.
The game went on and his play picking led to me going 3 and out in 2 successive drives in the second quarter. On the other end, I WASN'T picking his plays hardly at all. He was picking up small chunks of yards on his drives. Then he would reach 4th and short, go for it, and invariably pick up the first! He did this up the field on his second drive -the drive took like 5 Tecmo minutes (which is a whole quarter). Fortunately, on 4th 1nd 10 from the 35, he didn't want to kick a field goal. He went for it and didn't get it and I got the ball back. The score at the half was 7-0.
The second half was similar. It was a defensive battle. He kept picking enough of my plays to stall my drives and I kept playing solid enough overall defense (thank you strong safety David Fulcher, Tecmo stud) to stall his drives. In the fourth quarter, he made a bad coverage mistake and I hit Eddie Brown for the second touchdown to go up 14-0. (You can't blow coverages against 1991 Boomer Esiason - he'll tear you apart!)
John made a desperate comeback attempt but I was all over it. The game ended 14-0. A low scoring affair for Super Tecmo Bowl, and certainly given that the 49ers were involved. John shook his head, acknowledged my Tecmo prowess and we laughed about sweet old school video games. Then we played some Marble Madness and I schooled him at that too, though he had never played the game before and it was notably much less satisfying.
And there it is. John beat me handedly at the low-brow, trivial games of pool and chess, but I used the Cincinnati Bengals to shut out the super-powered offense of the San Francisco 49ers in Tecmo Super Bowl - one of the best video games of all time.
I ask you dear readers - which feat is the more impressive?
Thank you.
Last night my friend John from work cruised up to the city. John is a fellow soon-to-be graduated resident whom I've known for the past 3 years. He doesn't get out on our crazy social scene all that much, mainly because he is married. (Another reason he doesn't get out in the city much is because John lives 84 MILES south of work! He and his wife, whom is a second year resident down in Portland, have set up their living arrangement to split the distance; so he commutes 84 miles (ONE WAY!) to work every single day. Utter craziness. And I live 45 miles NORTH of work, so we are hardly neighbors. In fact, his area code is 2 full codes south of mine.)
He told me earlier in the week that he'd be cruising up Wednesday night to take in an opera up here in Seattle. His wife was on call that night and he would be coming up alone. He asked if he could crash at my place, and I told him he could. As it worked out, Gwen was also on call last night and thus it was sort of a mild boys night out.
I like John. He is a smart dude and pretty funny and is one of only a handful of other military residents from work who would classify themselves as "liberal". We have worked well together for three years and it was good to see him in a more social setting.
We started by going down to good old Shiro's and getting the always fantastic and not-so-cheap chef's special which, as usual, was amazing. (My new taste for good Uni is growing). After dinner, he went to his opera and I tooled about the downtown area. First I grabbed a beer at good old Shorty's where I played some Defender, Joust, and pinball. Then I cruised up to the Barnes N' Noble in downtown Seattle and read various things for about 2-3 hours. (I really have no trouble spending an entire evening in a book store.)
When John's opera let out, he called me and we met up downtown to play some pool at Belltown Billiards. John and I are about even pool players, I would say, but the bastard beat me in 4 of 5 games (all by 1 ball or less) which was annoying since we are both mildly competitive. At about 1 am we cruised back up to my pad and played a couple of games of chess in which he beat me handedly both times. He's the guy I'll usually play chess against at work. When we first started playing, I was winning more than he but over the past few months he has won nearly all of our infrequent games.
I hate losing at chess. When it happens, I always feels like I just got "out-intellected" by someone else, Princess Bride style. Its not like losing a game of monoply. Rather, it feels more like being objectively proven dumber than an opponent. This is not something I enjoy, obviously. (Granted, I know from work that John is a pretty damn smart guy and there are many who are not as smart as he). And for what it's worth, we had both had about 4 or 5 beers at the pool hall prior to coming home and breaking out the chess board. I'm not sure how the alcohol affected John, but it sure didn't help my concentration or "chess foresight" any.
After two games of chess I'd had enough, and as I was putting the board away John noticed I had an old school Nintendo in my cabinet. He asked to see my games and after leafing through them he said, "You have Super Tecmo Bowl?! I used to kick ass at this game! Wanna play?"
I smiled. It looked like my night's worth of gaming failure was about to turn around.
The next words out of John's mouth were "I'm unbeatable with the 49ers!"
I smiled again. Oh no - not tonight, you aren't, I thought, practically licking my chops. I couldn't get the Nintendo hooked and the cartridge in the machine fast enough.
We loaded up the game and I told him that I used to a "pretty strong swimmer" myself at old Tecmo Super Bowl. In fact (though I didn't tell him this), I can't remember the last time I lost a game of Tecmo Super Bowl - it's been a long damn time, I can tell you that much. As I was setting everything up I was trying to decide which team to use. I could of course have selected my beloved Giants, with whom I dare say myself I am pretty much unbeatable (Lawrence Taylor, anyone?). I could have taken another GOOD team, which I wouldn't be as used to but may be on par with the elite 49ers squad of that game. (The game was made around 1991 or so - that 49er team, with Montana, Craig, Rice, Taylor, Jones, Lott, Haley, et al, is seriously no joke and probably the best team in the game). I could have taken the Raiders, just to run around with Bo Jackson. That would have been fun. After all was said and done,however, I opted to go with the old Cincinnati Bengals, who I would classify as a mid-level team that I had lots of experience with. I also figured it would be an amusing taunt aimed at poor John - to beat his mega-niners with the lowly Bengals - game on!
I could tell by his face that he thought the Bengals were a strange selection, but I only smiled. I think he realized then that I was probably going to be pretty good at the game. With that, the sweet familiar old-school style intro anime of Tecmo Super Bowl loaded up and we were off.
To John's credit, he was actually a pretty solid player. Outside of Iwan, I can't remember playing anyone better in a long time. And during our game, he kept picking my plays when I was on offense which was really annoying (seriously about 40% of the time he would pick my play. In Tecmo Super Bowl, as you may recall, you pick 1 of 8 possible plays on every down. The defense also picks 1 of 8. If the defensive selection matches the offensive one, the play is immediately shut down after the snap courtesy of massive computer-assisted defensive cheating which essentially turns every player on the defense into an ublockable, ultra-fast, ball-carrier homing tackling machine). Despite that, he made some bad coverage mistakes (and with Lott!) and I scored on my first drive.
The game went on and his play picking led to me going 3 and out in 2 successive drives in the second quarter. On the other end, I WASN'T picking his plays hardly at all. He was picking up small chunks of yards on his drives. Then he would reach 4th and short, go for it, and invariably pick up the first! He did this up the field on his second drive -the drive took like 5 Tecmo minutes (which is a whole quarter). Fortunately, on 4th 1nd 10 from the 35, he didn't want to kick a field goal. He went for it and didn't get it and I got the ball back. The score at the half was 7-0.
The second half was similar. It was a defensive battle. He kept picking enough of my plays to stall my drives and I kept playing solid enough overall defense (thank you strong safety David Fulcher, Tecmo stud) to stall his drives. In the fourth quarter, he made a bad coverage mistake and I hit Eddie Brown for the second touchdown to go up 14-0. (You can't blow coverages against 1991 Boomer Esiason - he'll tear you apart!)
John made a desperate comeback attempt but I was all over it. The game ended 14-0. A low scoring affair for Super Tecmo Bowl, and certainly given that the 49ers were involved. John shook his head, acknowledged my Tecmo prowess and we laughed about sweet old school video games. Then we played some Marble Madness and I schooled him at that too, though he had never played the game before and it was notably much less satisfying.
And there it is. John beat me handedly at the low-brow, trivial games of pool and chess, but I used the Cincinnati Bengals to shut out the super-powered offense of the San Francisco 49ers in Tecmo Super Bowl - one of the best video games of all time.
I ask you dear readers - which feat is the more impressive?
Thank you.
Dirty Leave, Animal Farm, and Schindler's List
I'm supposed to start the ICU this week but a schedule rift has given me a nice break. One of the other residents, who is currently on an outpatient rotation (meaning normal work hours and weekends off), needed someone to cover a week of HIS ICU month, which begins at the next cycle 4 weeks from now. In exchange, he offered to take this week of ICU from me. So, my ICU shifts are covered for now, his rotation is extraneous, and now I have what essentially amounts to a week off - the so called "Dirty Leave". It's too shady to make full use of it (i.e fly to Alaska or something) because it's not really "leave" in the official military sense of the word, and parting too far and getting caught could get me in trouble. On the upside however, I have no clinical responsibilities this week and need only mosey into work on one or two days this week and check off some administrative tasks. I get up when I want, go to bed when I want, all of that. The downside will come 4 weeks from now when it becomes officially Payback Time. However, since I would have been doing another rotation anyway, I merely switch to ICU and all works out. Overall its a good thing.
Because of my good fortune, I was able to find some pleasure reading time this morning. After I got up and polished off the Sunday Crossword from yesterday (local paper, not NY Times), I set about reading "Animal Farm", the George Orwell classic which I had bought over the weekend. I had never read the book previously, and had only been exposed to pieces of it way back in High School (or earlier) when I probably wasn't paying attention or didn't care. The book is only about 130 pages (and in large print) and I actually ended up reading the whole thing in about 90 minutes. Its obviously a classic and I found it to be a great read. Its simply written but full of great red flag subtext about politics, power, revolution, and the nature of man (and beasts). Incredible stuff. It actually roused a bit of emotion from me; I'm speaking mostly about the mistreatment of some of the good-natured characters. The book was written in the 1940's, and is a clear critical allegory of the Russian Revolution and the eventual Stalin regime. It's astounding how much the message still comes in to play today. Sadly, people never seem to change. A wonderful read - highly recommended. I look forward to "1984" as well.
Lastly, Gwen and I finally got around to sitting down and watching the acclaimed "Schindler's List" tonight. The 2-disc film has been in my possession for at least 6 months now. (1 of my 3 allotted Net Flix rentals). Its the sort of movie I desparately wanted to see but never could get fired up enough to get over the hump and sit down and watch it knowing it would only make me depressed. (If that makes any sense). For anyone who hasn't seen it, Spielberg pulls no punches and its pretty graphic and powerful. Its very well rendered. Though I will say that I think its hard to look critically at holocaust films in general because they are given so much leeway as a result of their subject matter. That's not to say I don't think the film was excellent. I just wonder how the film would hold up if you could somehow peel away the emotional realism attached and see its other aspects. Unfortunately, this is hard to do. And in order to get the most out of the initial viewing, I'm not all that sure it needs to be done. (Though in all seriousness, how many times are you going to actively sit down and power through Schlinder's List? It may be the best one viewing only movie of all time....)
I'm supposed to start the ICU this week but a schedule rift has given me a nice break. One of the other residents, who is currently on an outpatient rotation (meaning normal work hours and weekends off), needed someone to cover a week of HIS ICU month, which begins at the next cycle 4 weeks from now. In exchange, he offered to take this week of ICU from me. So, my ICU shifts are covered for now, his rotation is extraneous, and now I have what essentially amounts to a week off - the so called "Dirty Leave". It's too shady to make full use of it (i.e fly to Alaska or something) because it's not really "leave" in the official military sense of the word, and parting too far and getting caught could get me in trouble. On the upside however, I have no clinical responsibilities this week and need only mosey into work on one or two days this week and check off some administrative tasks. I get up when I want, go to bed when I want, all of that. The downside will come 4 weeks from now when it becomes officially Payback Time. However, since I would have been doing another rotation anyway, I merely switch to ICU and all works out. Overall its a good thing.
Because of my good fortune, I was able to find some pleasure reading time this morning. After I got up and polished off the Sunday Crossword from yesterday (local paper, not NY Times), I set about reading "Animal Farm", the George Orwell classic which I had bought over the weekend. I had never read the book previously, and had only been exposed to pieces of it way back in High School (or earlier) when I probably wasn't paying attention or didn't care. The book is only about 130 pages (and in large print) and I actually ended up reading the whole thing in about 90 minutes. Its obviously a classic and I found it to be a great read. Its simply written but full of great red flag subtext about politics, power, revolution, and the nature of man (and beasts). Incredible stuff. It actually roused a bit of emotion from me; I'm speaking mostly about the mistreatment of some of the good-natured characters. The book was written in the 1940's, and is a clear critical allegory of the Russian Revolution and the eventual Stalin regime. It's astounding how much the message still comes in to play today. Sadly, people never seem to change. A wonderful read - highly recommended. I look forward to "1984" as well.
Lastly, Gwen and I finally got around to sitting down and watching the acclaimed "Schindler's List" tonight. The 2-disc film has been in my possession for at least 6 months now. (1 of my 3 allotted Net Flix rentals). Its the sort of movie I desparately wanted to see but never could get fired up enough to get over the hump and sit down and watch it knowing it would only make me depressed. (If that makes any sense). For anyone who hasn't seen it, Spielberg pulls no punches and its pretty graphic and powerful. Its very well rendered. Though I will say that I think its hard to look critically at holocaust films in general because they are given so much leeway as a result of their subject matter. That's not to say I don't think the film was excellent. I just wonder how the film would hold up if you could somehow peel away the emotional realism attached and see its other aspects. Unfortunately, this is hard to do. And in order to get the most out of the initial viewing, I'm not all that sure it needs to be done. (Though in all seriousness, how many times are you going to actively sit down and power through Schlinder's List? It may be the best one viewing only movie of all time....)
Updates
- The redesign of discostup.com is beginning to take shape from the mists. I did some reading on site design this weekend and I also experimented with the Yahoo site builder quite a bit this evening. It seems to be a good program, and it has proved sufficient for the simple tasks I've used it for thus far (basic photo pages, WCD). I am now, however, finding that when I make pages that are "busy" (i.e. lots of stuff such as multiple pics and complicated backgrounds on them), my whole computer slows down substantially, which I don't quite understand. The machine runs Half-Life 2 clean as a whistle but gets bogged down with a "mini-stripe" background. Odd. Regardless, progress is being made. I'm definitely looking at making a more full site (like Baditude, sort of) and making it fully public. This blog will likely morph somewhat as well. Some of the logistics of the whole process are still being worked on (in my head), and I think it will still be a few weeks until any sort of substantial unveiling occurs. Stay tuned.
Weekend
- My weekend was fairly chill with neither overt excitement nor excess alcohol to speak of. There was a fair bit of cinema involved.
- I suppose it started Thursday when George and I went and saw "XXX - State of the Union". The whole idea came together on a whim - both of us were in the mood for a "good-bad" movie and Ice Cube's 'tude is always a plus. (And Cube was in "Anaconda", one of the best good-bad movies of all time). I hadn't seen the first XXX, but I figured I could get the gist of it anyway. I counted approximately 20 seconds from the opening shot until something blew up, which was satisfying. Overall the film was solid in terms of good-badness; there were definitely a few laugh out loud in-your-face-tude scenes. But I've seen better. It's funny how acting, dialogue, and almost everything else take a serious back seat in those kinds of films.
- Friday night Gwen and I walked downtown and took in "The Interpreter". I had heard good things and was certainly entertained. I would rate it about 8 out of 10. The plot was interesting and complex enough without going ridiculously overboard, which was a nice change from the average suspense/thriller these days. Nicole Kidman is an A-list actress, and I enjoyed watching her out-act Sean Penn. Penn, in his defense, did a solid job of at least keeping up with her for the most part, (and he was certainly better in this than the horribly overrated, full of Penn over-acting "Mystic River) though he's still a league below the top tier Kidman.
- Saturday Gwen and I cruised out to the local Best Buy. I'm in the market for a laptop these days and so I started doing some leg work on that front. I've never had to deal with the concept of foreign (i.e German) power and electricity before. All I know is that it's differnt over there and it makes shopping for electronics more of a hassle. No purchase of yet. I did, however, pick up "Eternal Sunshine", "Lost in Translation", the new Beck CD, and the Chemical Brothers CD at the store. So all was not lost. After Best Buy, Gwen and I came home, had a modest dinner and then watched "Days of Heaven", a 1978 film by Terrance Malick ("Badlands", "The Thin Red Line") starring a young Richard Gere. It was a period piece (shudder) about the early 1900's involving a love triangle. Very, very meh. It was recommended to me by Paul Tatara, and was probably the worst of his recs thus far. The movie was disjointed, moved too slowly most of the way and then suddenly too fast when it mattered, and overall left little impression other than the spark you get when you send back a Netflix and know something new is on the way.
- Today was Mother's Day, which I spent with Gwendolyn at my cousin Cynthia's house with that whole portion of the family (including super cousin Heath). A good meal and good fun. Called Mama Stup and everything's all right. Now I'm back at home. And that's all I have to say about that. Time for bed.
Baditude has left me. And taken with him all hope. Or we had a fun weekend and left on good terms. Either way, I suppose.
Yes; big bad baditude was here for 72 hours and good fun was had by all. A short recap, bullet style! (not quite miami style, but hey, not everything can be)
THURSDAY
-Eryn's flight is delayed for hours and he ends up arriving near or after midnight. Come to think of it, there was no Thursday.
FRIDAY
-Arrive at the pad from the airport at 12:30 am and immediately have sex (not the tame sort either; it was quite the thrash-fest as I recall....)
-Go to sleep nestled together. Before I fall asleep, I realized how beautiful Eryn is.
-Next morning we get up - more sex (tamer this time, more loving than lusty, but still passionate)
-Then we cruised to some breakfast, walking in that trademark seattle rain
-Eryn had french toast; I had eggs
-We both had coffee (his was decaf) and juice
-Off to EMP (Experience Music Project - a music museum under the space needle)
-EMP was fun; checked out Beatles stuff, Hendrix stuff, general song making stuff; we even added flava' to our own mix
-Eryn's favorite part was the Arril Lavigne costume
-Next went to the adjoining sci-fi museum, which was fun and made me want to read more
-Took the Seattle MONORAIL (what's that friends?) downtown and had coffee at a punkish little start up joint called "Starbucks" (had some trouble finding it, though)
-Cruised back to my pad and met up w/ Gwendolyn
-Had bitchin' sushi at Shiro's (which was so good that we got to hear this quote from some random chick at the bar: "This sushi is great - and I was in LIMA two weeks, ago")
-Yes, the sushi was so good it was Lima-worthy
-Fended off some other overly-conversational not quite getting it jackass from across the bar
-Went to Shorty's bar and played Joust and Big Buck Hunter (I schooled E at the latter)
-Went to "Last Supper Club", met up with cousin Heath and his posse, had a few drinks, listened to techno, watched computerized transformers breakdance on screen (this was AWESOME), then went home
SATURDAY
-With Gwen around now, Eryn and I did not have further sex (sad, really)
-Woke up, went to Rosebud for insane breakfast
-Lots of gay people in Rosebud - it was a little much for homophobic Eryn
-Went to see Hitchhiker's Guide in downtown Seattle, enjoyed it (and schooled it)
-Went to Pike Place Market (even went ...to-the-candy-shop....)
-Crusied home and hung out a bit
-Met up with George, Pete, and Pete's parents for a sweet dinner at Brasa
-Eryn got sauced on wine (typical)
-Pete and his parents took off; George, E, Gwen, and I went to local bar (lava lounge)
-After bar, we went to "Club Medusa" and met up again w/ Heath
-The club was OK at best; too crowded and hot, not as much fun as the previous night
-However, E and I "shared a moment" which revolved around some meathead thinking he was so sweet with his dance moves as he tried to grind some friendly but not-too-interested chick (this was really fun to watch)
-Cruised home late (like 3 am); George became belligerent (drunk) and nearly got in a fight with the local hot dog vendor and some locals after discovering the guy was closed
-George proceeded to eat 2 full bags of popcorn and a Lean Cuisine in my apartment at 4 am while watching South Park the Movie before we all went to bed
SUNDAY
-Woke up tired from low sleep; hangover was mild (E's was rough)
-Went to Noah's Bagels for breakfast; watched Gwen and George do the crossword
-George took off
-E, Gwen and I charged downtown for some more walking around (sun was out, beautiful day)
-Went on the "Seattle Underground Tour" which featured some cool local history and many, many bad puns
-Went to Ivar's for some chowder and light dinner
-Cruised home and chilled out
-Went to bed
MONDAY
-Took E to the airport at the crack of dawn
-One sweet weekend in the books
High five E!
Mick
Yes; big bad baditude was here for 72 hours and good fun was had by all. A short recap, bullet style! (not quite miami style, but hey, not everything can be)
THURSDAY
-Eryn's flight is delayed for hours and he ends up arriving near or after midnight. Come to think of it, there was no Thursday.
FRIDAY
-Arrive at the pad from the airport at 12:30 am and immediately have sex (not the tame sort either; it was quite the thrash-fest as I recall....)
-Go to sleep nestled together. Before I fall asleep, I realized how beautiful Eryn is.
-Next morning we get up - more sex (tamer this time, more loving than lusty, but still passionate)
-Then we cruised to some breakfast, walking in that trademark seattle rain
-Eryn had french toast; I had eggs
-We both had coffee (his was decaf) and juice
-Off to EMP (Experience Music Project - a music museum under the space needle)
-EMP was fun; checked out Beatles stuff, Hendrix stuff, general song making stuff; we even added flava' to our own mix
-Eryn's favorite part was the Arril Lavigne costume
-Next went to the adjoining sci-fi museum, which was fun and made me want to read more
-Took the Seattle MONORAIL (what's that friends?) downtown and had coffee at a punkish little start up joint called "Starbucks" (had some trouble finding it, though)
-Cruised back to my pad and met up w/ Gwendolyn
-Had bitchin' sushi at Shiro's (which was so good that we got to hear this quote from some random chick at the bar: "This sushi is great - and I was in LIMA two weeks, ago")
-Yes, the sushi was so good it was Lima-worthy
-Fended off some other overly-conversational not quite getting it jackass from across the bar
-Went to Shorty's bar and played Joust and Big Buck Hunter (I schooled E at the latter)
-Went to "Last Supper Club", met up with cousin Heath and his posse, had a few drinks, listened to techno, watched computerized transformers breakdance on screen (this was AWESOME), then went home
SATURDAY
-With Gwen around now, Eryn and I did not have further sex (sad, really)
-Woke up, went to Rosebud for insane breakfast
-Lots of gay people in Rosebud - it was a little much for homophobic Eryn
-Went to see Hitchhiker's Guide in downtown Seattle, enjoyed it (and schooled it)
-Went to Pike Place Market (even went ...to-the-candy-shop....)
-Crusied home and hung out a bit
-Met up with George, Pete, and Pete's parents for a sweet dinner at Brasa
-Eryn got sauced on wine (typical)
-Pete and his parents took off; George, E, Gwen, and I went to local bar (lava lounge)
-After bar, we went to "Club Medusa" and met up again w/ Heath
-The club was OK at best; too crowded and hot, not as much fun as the previous night
-However, E and I "shared a moment" which revolved around some meathead thinking he was so sweet with his dance moves as he tried to grind some friendly but not-too-interested chick (this was really fun to watch)
-Cruised home late (like 3 am); George became belligerent (drunk) and nearly got in a fight with the local hot dog vendor and some locals after discovering the guy was closed
-George proceeded to eat 2 full bags of popcorn and a Lean Cuisine in my apartment at 4 am while watching South Park the Movie before we all went to bed
SUNDAY
-Woke up tired from low sleep; hangover was mild (E's was rough)
-Went to Noah's Bagels for breakfast; watched Gwen and George do the crossword
-George took off
-E, Gwen and I charged downtown for some more walking around (sun was out, beautiful day)
-Went on the "Seattle Underground Tour" which featured some cool local history and many, many bad puns
-Went to Ivar's for some chowder and light dinner
-Cruised home and chilled out
-Went to bed
MONDAY
-Took E to the airport at the crack of dawn
-One sweet weekend in the books
High five E!
Mick
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