My life has been very busy lately, but in a good way. Let's have a quick recap, event by event:
Elliott Brooding at The Tractor.
Jim and I ate delicious thin crust pizza in Ballard at a "Cat-House-cum-Restaurant," then met Matt and Shaney for Elliott Brood at The Tractor. While the first two openers were rather mundane, Elliott Brood was great! But I was so very tired. What is it about being useless and old farty on Fridays? We went home by 1 am. PS: Shaney and I are going to restart swing lessons. Watch out, West Coasters!
Junior Boys in da house.
SDL phoned me and said she was going to chew her own arm off if she didn't get out of her house. She's a newish mom with a very young heart. We hit The Elysian brewery: SDL, me and Jim, then bounced at Chop Suey to Junior Boys. Imagine Modern Canadian Erasure. Fun! Then Linda bought me a buttery nipple shot and I was officially stupid for the rest of the night. Bedtime was 2.30 am.
Crushed.
T2 and Mr. O'Dea joined us at local fine dining establishment, Crush, last Wednesday. We partook in the "Urban Eats 3 for $30" menu. We also partook in champagne, Hendrick's gin and other schmancy cocktails. I dressed up like Joan from Mad Men. T2 sparkles. I think she has real-deal vampire skin in candlelight. Effervescent. We ate VERY well. I love bleu cheese so much I am going to marry it. Bedtime was midnight.
Il Fornaio is Italian for "free food."
Last Friday, Jim, Asian Dwight, and I met up with Karen at Il Fornaio for Happy Hour. Karen suggested it because she read that during happy hour, they set out yummy Italian nibbles. For free. We dined on stuffed mushrooms, bread sticks, bruschetta, red wine, shapely glasses of beer and finger sandwiches of unknown origin. I drove Jim home through the rain to Federal Way where we snuggled into our jammies and fell asleep in front of an uncut, uncensored showing of "Team America: World Police" on Comedy Central. Fuck yeah. Bed time was approximately 11.27 pm for me and 11.40 pm for Mr. Snorlax.
Nonstop Bodyrock.
We bought tickets about six weeks ago for the Moby show at Showbox Sodo. But then Jim had a depressing Seahawks game yesterday and after coming off a 10 am Corona Buzz and Taco Bell Dollar Menu high, he was not all that jazzed for a concert that same night. Never fear. We stuffed ourselves on Sweet Italian pizza at Piecora's then napped before we hit the show. After a comatose opener, Moby was on, and that raving SOB was a wild man. Reminded me of my reckless raver days in the UK, or Club Entropy dances with Sheldon, B.Rad and Randar back in 1993. Moby did this incredible light show on weirdly textured curtains. He played bongos like a mad man. He hired a magically talented soul singer to belt out his tracks with him. We got our money's worth. Bedtime was well after 1 am. Again.
This week only has one night of plans so far: Friday, October 23rd, in which Jim and Pam will celebrate six months of totally fun dating. I can't believe it's been six months already. I can't believe how much I love my life right now.
Enough gushing. Projected bedtime tonight: 9 pm. I am pooped.
