Gimme gimme math rock

So...did the Canyons thing last night. We dropped Jeremy & Liz off at their place afterward. Found out that this recently married couple are 21 and 22 years old, respectively. Zoinks. Good fuckin' luck, folks. Anna and I then decended into the lovely U District and found ourselves at the Irish Emmigrant, where we watched a Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom-esque courtship between two tables, one filled with skankdafied sorority babes, the other with backward-baseball-cap-clad fellas. It was entertaining. For a little while, anyway. Got a free Guinness out of the whole ordeal. After that, we went home and crashed the funk out.

Today: Watched TV from 11 am until about 7 pm. We finally got going and went to Stella's for some grub. (By the way, Bekah Olsen still works there, and mentioned that she had seen you at school. FYI.)

Afterward, we went and saw Blow at the Meridian 16. It was actually a very well done film. And three fuckin' cheers for Paul Rubens. I think he'll finally shake the Pee-Wee Herman stigma with this role. His character was great. It is by no means an uplifting story. "Feel Bad Movie Of The Year" honors might be in order for this one. Overall, it was quite enjoyable.

After the movie, we headed up to Sapphire for a nightcap. Well, three nightcaps, actually. Patrick (the bartender) turned me on to Red Passion Coolers a while ago. Red Passion Alize + champagne over ice in a highball class with a twist of orange. Fuckin' A those things are good. One of the cooks got his car stolen while he was on shift. So if any of you see a hotwired blue '85 Subaru station wagon floating around, call the po-po. It's hot.

We0rht. My bed is calling.

"Sleep in me, Ed. It's beeeen soooo loooong...sleeeep in meeeee..."

Actually, my bed would never say such a thing. Last time I checked, inanimate objects were incapable of speech. Unless you're on some good shit, in which case, anything is possible. Ya never know.

I'm going to stop before I say anything else incriminating. Bah.

Current liquor: Jameson 1780

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I just got a craving for a doughnut.

Boston creme...mmmmm....magically delicious

"I have to say, today was a good day." - Ice Cube

I did not, however, get any doughnuts. Oh well. When I finally got my ass out of my apartment, I wandered up the hill, as far as Broadway, and then headed back down the hill and stopped at Bauhaus. Today marks the end of an era at the old Bauhaus. As of tomorrow, my old haunt from about 1993 until not all that long ago is going totally non-smoking. It sounds like an attempt to make more money for the organization; non-smokers get their coffee and get the hell out, whereas smokers tend to camp out upstairs and only cough up $0.50 for coffee refills. This, apparently, is not good for profits. That's my theory, anyway.

I went to Bauhaus intending to do some CD reviews, but then Ursula showed up, so we had a nice chat for the next hour or so. Then I noticed I had a message on the celly from Brian. He needed some BBQ-lovin'. I went home, and Stacy (sporting her uber-foxy new haircut) came & got me. We went up to Michaela's QFC to get supplies 'n' thangs for said BBQ. We then split from the Hill, and stopped by Jeremy's place to get some daffodil(?...correct me if I'm wrong, Stace) bulbs. Then it was off to Kalthoff Manor for some major beer consumption and barbequing of good eats. After dinner, we sat around and rapped about the state of world affairs (Brian is always good for that). But now I am home. Must go to bed soon.

g00d night.

(PS: Tasha - good luck tomorrow. Lemme know when yr all recovered 'n' stuff, and we can go numb yr knee pain with some liquor or something.)