A I posted before, i woke up at the ungodly (for a Saturday) hour of 7:45. Went and had breakfast, surfdeded the net at Aurafice, walked up to Broadway, went back home, and much later, went to the Other Ed's home for his party/moving sale. I came away with a little wooden drum, a caller ID box, and a tape recorder. I should have gotten there earlier - he had a sampler for $35.00 and a baby Casio keyboard for $5.00. And an Elvis magnet. Damn. Anyway, a fun time was had by all in attendance (I assume), and much booze was consumed. Everyone had left by about 2 AM, 'cept for moi, as Ed & I were having a fantastic conversation about music, women, New York, and......ZZZZzzzzzZZZzzz
That's about when I fell dead asleep.Sunday:
Woke up in the morning with a stiff back and a blanket over me. My shoes were still on. Ooops. I gathered my purchases together and began my trek home, stopping for a moment at North Seattle's crown jewel, the awe-inspiring Northgate Mall
to get some cawffee. (FYI: pear cider & a liberal dose of Jim Beam makes for an interesting hangover.) Made it home and lounged for a while. Tried to get the Mac working. (Grrrr...) Did the whole freshening up routine before leaving the house to get food. I ran into Sordid History Emily outside of Bauhaus, which began an afternoon full of fun and frolick. And beer.
First, we went to the Six Arms for beer and grilled cheese sammiches. We were going to try to go see Baraka
at the Egyptian, but it was very sold out. Back-up plan: we decided to try to go see Streetwise
at the Little Theatre. That didn't work either, but I'll get into that in a bit. Anyhow, after Six Arms, there was a stop at Bauhaus for iced coffee and a chat with some of the other patrons, including (funny enough) the Other Ed, who I had never seen in this establishment ever before. Wacky. Also making a brief appearance were Tasha
. They were off to partake in some musica Cubano
. Hope y'all had fun 'n' stuff.
We walked up to the Little Theatre on Harvard, where we ran into Jen (one of my favoritest waitresses from The Cyclops) and her girlfriend Bella. They had just gotten done with a performance of the play they're in. I asked Jen if she knew anything about a movie playing there. She took that opportunity to inform me that there are actually two
"Little Theatres" - that one, and one on 19th & Union. So we were off again. We traipsed up Pine St until we got to Madison, and then down to 19th & Union. There was nothing there except some cute little houses. Hrm.
Emily and I figured that we were most definitely not
in the right place, so we ventured further into the Central District just to see what there was to see. I observed that there are a lot of churches in the area - more so than in most neighborhoods. It was a goregeous afternoon, too - ominous clouds to the east, bright sunlight from the west, lighting up trees and buildings against a dark background. Killer.
Our further adventures took us to the playground at the TT Minor school, where I found myself the victim of an assault from Emily with a dirty red balloon. I popped it. End of story.
Next: We returned to the safe confines of Capitol Hill. As we were walking by the Comet Tavern, a friend of Em's popped out and beckoned us inside. Next thing you know, the four of us (there was another of her friends there as well) were drinking brewskis, talking philosophy, and reading excerpts out of a McSweeney's book. ( I also looked in the Weekly and discovered that the Little Theatre we were looking for was on 19th & Mercer - the other end of the freakin' hill. D'oh.)
The night wound down after that. We stopped and got a burrito, and then I dropped her off back at Bauhaus. Went home, did laundry, watched a little bit of the X-Files
, and nursed my sore feet.
I've got spirit, yes I do. I've got spirit, how 'bout you