Started out yesterday trying to get all life things reorganized. Balanced the checking account, paid some bills, washed my windows (which is another highly interesting tale of cleaning original 1933 windows in the third floor from outside) and then Malissa came over after work to kvetch over coffee. We decided to continue the gossip over drinks at the Mirabeau later that evening.
Turns out she dragged a bunch of friends from Ladro over to wish me well coming home.
This is Fred. My one and only rockabilly friend in town. He'll be my date when we go to the shake the shack rockabilly fest at the tractor in a few weeks. We're going to get all gussied up and make Dez proud. Lord know, many photos will be taken.
Shawn came out a bit later on and joined the festivities. He had to watch football during the day and I have a somewhat strict no strange americana sports on my boob tube clause. It's a good thing he has a great new TV at his place, or I would have had to leave the house.
Paul came out after trying to break into his school today. He'll be my date later on this week to go see Dead Can Dance. We will also get all gussied, but for this show I do believe my old goth side has to come out. That'll be a kick in the pants.
Moving on to the next bar, Noc Noc, while Malissa coordinates with others, we speed down the Seattle streets with Mr. Shawn at the wheel due to my copious vodka and soda consumption.
Noc Noc had some strange party going on, so we headed over to Chapel where Dan was DJing. It's a bar in what used to be a funeral home. They took down all the body lockers and such and made the bar out of them. A very cool vibe, and not too crowded on Sunday nights.
This was supposed to be like Paul's angels, but somehow, half of us got cut off. Stupid beer messing with the camera man.
Malis and I are trying to show big boobies to the camera, that part didn't work, but I do enjoy Paul's strange look in the background.
The boys tried to match us, but I strongly feel they were not nearly as successful. All in all, a very entertaining evening. Music was good, drinks were strong, and I was surrounded by my lovely Seattle Posse. Thank god I found them.
Started out yesterday trying to get all life things reorganized. Balanced the checking account, paid some bills, washed my windows (which is another highly interesting tale of cleaning original 1933 windows in the third floor from outside) and then Malissa came over after work to kvetch over coffee. We decided to continue the gossip over drinks at the Mirabeau later that evening.
Turns out she dragged a bunch of friends from Ladro over to wish me well coming home.
This is Fred. My one and only rockabilly friend in town. He'll be my date when we go to the shake the shack rockabilly fest at the tractor in a few weeks. We're going to get all gussied up and make Dez proud. Lord know, many photos will be taken.
Shawn came out a bit later on and joined the festivities. He had to watch football during the day and I have a somewhat strict no strange americana sports on my boob tube clause. It's a good thing he has a great new TV at his place, or I would have had to leave the house.
Paul came out after trying to break into his school today. He'll be my date later on this week to go see Dead Can Dance. We will also get all gussied, but for this show I do believe my old goth side has to come out. That'll be a kick in the pants.
Moving on to the next bar, Noc Noc, while Malissa coordinates with others, we speed down the Seattle streets with Mr. Shawn at the wheel due to my copious vodka and soda consumption.
Noc Noc had some strange party going on, so we headed over to Chapel where Dan was DJing. It's a bar in what used to be a funeral home. They took down all the body lockers and such and made the bar out of them. A very cool vibe, and not too crowded on Sunday nights.
This was supposed to be like Paul's angels, but somehow, half of us got cut off. Stupid beer messing with the camera man.
Malis and I are trying to show big boobies to the camera, that part didn't work, but I do enjoy Paul's strange look in the background.
The boys tried to match us, but I strongly feel they were not nearly as successful. All in all, a very entertaining evening. Music was good, drinks were strong, and I was surrounded by my lovely Seattle Posse. Thank god I found them.
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