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05.25.2002 - 4:19 p.m.
Saturday
I'm all hot and dirty.
And not in the good way. It's a muggy grey day in Seattle, and
we've packed up almost every loose damn end we've got. We spent
some time stuffing JB's rig full of miscellaneous crap, to take
over to -
THE NEW HOUSE (when you view these words
please always mentally insert some sort of angelic chorus or
possibly if it's more your flavor an insistent pounding techno
type noise)
- later today, because
technically the sellers have to be out of the house by 5 PM.
We are going to rush right over and just sort of walk around
and touch things and whisper "ours".
Ours.
Wow.
We got the key earlier
this afternoon. It's a..small brass colored piece of metal. It
is not a thing of rare beauty. It, presumably, does not unlock
anything that holds hidden treasures, nor does it give the holder
super powers.
But oh, the key. How it
sang! Somehow emanated little beams of light!
Right now we're sitting
around all itchy. We want to barge right over, demanding that
the previous owners, who clearly are not the TRUE owners, the
owners MEANT to live in the house, vacate immediately and take
their little moving van with them.
So we can start getting
our LIVE-ON, you know? Start spreading little spores of us-ness
everywhere. Let the cat prowl into every little nook and cranny
and probably disappear under a bed for a week. Or worse, glarp
up a cat-ralph right on the new floor holy balls what
did she eat?
:::
Last night we did our little
summer weekend routine of walking through whatever kookiness
is going on at the Seattle Center (Folklife Festival; Kook Factor = 11), then
having a drink at 10 Mercer. We wanted to do this one last
time before we're all settled in -
THE NEW HOUSE!
Seriously, I will knock
that right the fuck off.
Anyway, we're sitting at
10, and JB tells me there is a guy directly behind me who is
on "some science show". Now, I wasn't all that curious,
because frankly I could not fathom what JB's idea of Some Science
Show might have been. He kept insisting I should look, so I finally
craned my head around to see - Bill Nye The Science Guy!
He had this entourage of
chicks, who were literally hanging on his every word. It must
have been tough, because when I strained to overhear, he was
blathering about electrons and camera gels. He
was clearly the entertainer at the table, and when we pestered
the bartender we learned he came in fairly often - always with
a little crowd of women.
Rock on with your scientific
self, Bill.
:::
All right. We're heading
out soon. Happy Long Weekend, and all.
go back :::
forward
05.22.2002 - I'm
sure there are some wild parties and sexy escrow conventions
you go to and stuff.
05.19.2002 -
And speaking of the cat (for a change. *cough*)
05.14.2002 - Do
cats like peas? The answer is no.
0
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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