This has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day
SEATTLE – 2008.02.14 – Valentine’s Day
Soooooo, I’ve been out of the game for a while. Got the flu, started getting stressed about classes, etc… but, now GOT UPDATES FOR Ya’LL…because…ive been doing things…….lots of things…i’m alive and this post is really long. and don’t even get me started on “House of Leaves”, that’s an entirely separate post for the future. OK, and not even chronological, because at this point I’ve forgotten when I’ve done these things… to facilitate communication these sections are lettered:
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- First off, a while ago I drove up to Western with Janessa to see the girls. Actually, it was all girls and me. like 15 of them. Actually, that’s a lie, eventually Eric met me off of work, and I chilled with dudes like Nick and Pat (first time in a long long long time…) and those 15 million girls, and it was small town thrills up in BELLINGHAM. Check it… Blahdy, here’s the pix.
Four of these girls live in this big fancy house with a huge glass vase full of 5ft tall sticks in their living room. More on the way they sing later. Oh, and it was Lauren’s (only black haired girl pictured) 21st.
Pat’s house. Hadn’t seen Pat since… um… Sasquatch this summer, and he took me in to his home (pictured) and made me coffee. Pretty nice dude, so it’s too bad, as you can see, that his right hand is sooo messed up.
Yea, those ARE brass knuckles. This is at some random Bellingham house party. It’s just like a regular house party, with the beer pong, and the dancing…mingling, only add an extra room full of dirty hippies (including girls with dreadlocks, barf) staring at black light posters.
This drink was called an ass-to-mouth. Isn’t that stupid? But watcha gonna do when you’re rolling with 15 girls who want to go to a gay bar?
Eric plays D.D…..aaaand by this time of morning, my camera is as focused as the eyes behind it.
Alright. Two things of definite note:
1. When it started snowing in the morning, you know that song in “White Christmas” where it starts snowing and Dean Martin sings the bottom note “snow…” and then everyone builds like this chord of “snow…”s on top of it? These stupid girls start doing that when it starts snowing in the yard, without even agreeing to do it. It just starts and happens, like some weird magic.
2. Then, as me and Janessa are heading to the car to head back to seattle, all four of those girls living in that damn house are hanging out the doorway sideways singing “goodbyeeeeeeee” in an f’ing chord at our backs. Had to get OUT OF BELLINGHAM.
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- This story is hilarious. This gallery in Ballard, OKOK, that Ryo’s been trying to get us to go to for a while…well we finally went.
I thought we were going to see some art collective doing mixed media about an abandoned nuclear power plant.
Instead, we (Me, Ryo, Tank Todd, and Rob) drive to this empty 70 foot long room, with a smattering of folks standing around waiting expectantly. In the very middle of the room there’s this drum set, surrounded by candles on the floor and a sound system.
Some lady starts handing out ear plugs and free wine. Everyone’s standing around the front 20 feet of the room, by the windows to the street staring at the drum set down the hallway-like room. The lady informs everyone that it’s just about to start.
Suddenly the door in the very back of the room opens and this guy comes out in colonial dress costume (think colonial america, founding fathers, white curly wig), carrying a drum stick in each hand. He walks (quite a ways) to the drum set, with shoes clicking the floor as he walks.
People begin putting in their ear plugs, so I follow suit. The colonist sits down at the drum set, puts on earphones, and hits a button on some mixing board.
Then he proceeds to play rock drums to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons symphony.
He plays various rock styles, nothing mind blowing, but its still pretty awesome. When he plays european fantasy metal style drumming, that’s the best. He had a second bass drum, but we think it was just for show. Some parts are genuinely pretty…. this is Vivaldi. What I mean is that his drums actually fit pretty well.
Just when this possibly could be getting a little boring (15 minutes in?) a violin solo starts, and he stands up, walks to a table on the side, pours a glass of wine and downs it, reaches under the table, pulls out a glass bong, and takes a huge bong rip (fact checked: gray smoke on exhale), then puts on huge Ray Ban sunglasses…sitting down just in time to launch in to this really rocking crescendo-y part of the symphony. That part KILLED, and gave everyone enough renewed excitement to coast us through the end of the piece.
He then stands up, does a ceremonial bow, and walks back to the end of the hall as we clap and lights fade back up.
Everyone is kind of laughing, kind of bewildered, but everyone’s got a huge smile on their face.
As we were getting ready to leave, (and go get delicious cupcakes at cupcake royale), we overhear some congratulations behind us, and its the dude in regular grown-up hipster clothes talking with some friends. An old man says, “nice job, Son.” to which the dude replies, “Thanks dad.”
That part kind of made it.
Ryo has pictures. he should post them.
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- As I mentioned earlier, I got the flu, and missed a week of school. That was the suckiest week of my life, and I shivered, and often. It also happened to coincide with my reading of a certain extremely disorienting 50-100 pages of “House of Leaves” where characters I was reading first person were going insane and having weird stuff going on with their bodies, plus the house. Ugh. I will tell you about “House of Leaves” in another post. I shouldn’t get in to this right now.
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- Saw all the best picture nominees. I will also talk about this in a post this weekend.
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- Have you heard White Denim? They are my favorite band. Listen to them, and if you live in Seattle, come see them with me March 2nd. I’d say its kind of cross between crazy messed up guitars and being awesome. Also, people do a lot of yelling in unison, and nothing they say makes any sense. Also they’re from Austin. Is austin really cool or something? Hahaha, yea, they are so cool my brain explodes.
I just stole this off google. Dude, they’re really cool, I swear. They don’t even have 23 members, and I still like them plenty.
More about music:
- Gelly has a new music blog. Everything she likes is usually awesome / i hate it, AT THE SAME TIME.
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Alright. That’s all for now. it’s v-day and I’ve got a hot date, and that’s all the shiz that’s shizzing out of my fingers right now. There’s seriously more shiz, later, in a day or two it’s coming. House of Leaves pt. 1 is the next post, i’ve been taking notes (and going insane). Then whatever happens this weekend too, becuase 3-day weekend = my life gets awesomer…. + Bone thugz show on monday (little scared), and I’m forming a band.
Oh, leave me a damn comment so that I can know that it isn’t just Chris who reads this isht. Actually, a post dedicated to Chris is next. Chris: my only friend.