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Jul. 1st, 2001 12:09 pmYesterday: Went to my sister Eileen's place up in scenic Everett (Mill Creek, actually) for my niece Ashley's 9th birthday.
Nine fucking years old. Yikes. I remember when she was born.
All the kids were there (meaning the O'Brien sibs - me, my brother, and our 3 sisters). That was the first time all five of us had sat down together in over 3 years. Katie (the youngest sister) & Andy (her hubby) just moved back from Noo Yawk, and Katie's due in about 2 months.
Karen (the oldest sister) told me that her stepdaughter Chenae (my stepniece?!) is moving from Tacoma to Capitol Hill this summer. I have this scary feeling that I'm going to run into her at Bauhaus or something. I've known Chenae since she was about 7 or 8 years old. She's 16 now. Jeezus fuckin' balls. I promised Karen that I'd fend off all the sleazy guys that are inevitably going to be hounding her. I think about what I was doing when I was 16, and...
I don't want to go there. Eh.
Other news: went to the Garage with Damon, Ben, and Micheline last night. I was in an odd mood - quiet on the outside, aggressive on the inside. I don't even know why. Maybe it's just the dynamic that exists with the three of those kids. Petty arguing about pointless shit. Most of it is in good fun, but it is, in my world, unnecessary. I just felt aggravated. I won't detail the drama that exists between these folks. Bah.
From the Garage, we dropped Ben off at his place, where I got to talk to some of his brothers, who last I saw, were all about 5' tall, weighing in at 100 lbs. Now they're 6'2" and could flatten me. Wow.
D, Micheline, and I then proceeded to a house up in Northgate for Emily's (she of the Sordid History) going away party. Um, it was cool - I acheived my goal of seeing Em off. The soiree wasn't good for much else. I was tired, still in a bad mood, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
Emily gave me a present from her travels abroad: a Moroccan Berber camelskin frame drum, which apparently is played by tossing back and forth between one's hands, like one would with a baseball. It's a goregeous thing; the design on it was done with henna, which dries and breaks of, leaving the pattern dyed into the skin.
Still sorta smells like camel too.
Got home at about 4:30 this morning. I'll be off to my dad's crib in a little bit for some beer & BBQ action. Gorgeous day outside.
Yesh.
the world has turned and left me here
Nine fucking years old. Yikes. I remember when she was born.
All the kids were there (meaning the O'Brien sibs - me, my brother, and our 3 sisters). That was the first time all five of us had sat down together in over 3 years. Katie (the youngest sister) & Andy (her hubby) just moved back from Noo Yawk, and Katie's due in about 2 months.
Karen (the oldest sister) told me that her stepdaughter Chenae (my stepniece?!) is moving from Tacoma to Capitol Hill this summer. I have this scary feeling that I'm going to run into her at Bauhaus or something. I've known Chenae since she was about 7 or 8 years old. She's 16 now. Jeezus fuckin' balls. I promised Karen that I'd fend off all the sleazy guys that are inevitably going to be hounding her. I think about what I was doing when I was 16, and...
I don't want to go there. Eh.
Other news: went to the Garage with Damon, Ben, and Micheline last night. I was in an odd mood - quiet on the outside, aggressive on the inside. I don't even know why. Maybe it's just the dynamic that exists with the three of those kids. Petty arguing about pointless shit. Most of it is in good fun, but it is, in my world, unnecessary. I just felt aggravated. I won't detail the drama that exists between these folks. Bah.
From the Garage, we dropped Ben off at his place, where I got to talk to some of his brothers, who last I saw, were all about 5' tall, weighing in at 100 lbs. Now they're 6'2" and could flatten me. Wow.
D, Micheline, and I then proceeded to a house up in Northgate for Emily's (she of the Sordid History) going away party. Um, it was cool - I acheived my goal of seeing Em off. The soiree wasn't good for much else. I was tired, still in a bad mood, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
Emily gave me a present from her travels abroad: a Moroccan Berber camelskin frame drum, which apparently is played by tossing back and forth between one's hands, like one would with a baseball. It's a goregeous thing; the design on it was done with henna, which dries and breaks of, leaving the pattern dyed into the skin.
Still sorta smells like camel too.
Got home at about 4:30 this morning. I'll be off to my dad's crib in a little bit for some beer & BBQ action. Gorgeous day outside.
Yesh.
