weekend fun

I'm not sure that this blog needs to be written since the only people who seem to read my blog are Adam, Shannon and Ally, but here goes anyways.

Ally and I decided around 8pm Friday night to drive to Seattle. This decision came partly from a need to get out of town, partly because of a desire to hang out with Adam and Shannon, and partly because of a desire to go to the Capitol Hill Block Party and see the Murder City Devils play a reunion show.

We arrived in Seattle (or Shoreline to be exact) around midnight Friday night, so not much happened that night. A few beers and friendly conversation and then off to bed. Saturday was where the fun really began. Shannon made some delicious blueberry muffins and coffee for breakfast. We hung out around the house and played with the dog a bit before heading into Seattle to get tickets to the show and grab lunch at Dick's (I can't go to Seattle and not eat a bag of Dick's ... hehe). Turns out that Tyrel had three extra tickets, so we were only in need of one extra ticket, and Jamie and Toby were towards the front of the line so we didn't have to wait very long. After getting the tickets, we grabbed lunch and then went to GasWorks park, then were on our way back to Adam and Shannon's to let the dog out and to rest before going back to the show.

After a few hours of relaxation we headed back to Capitol Hill for some music. We met Tyrel and his friends at a bar called Linda's where we walked for what seemed like a really long ways to the back smoking area. Tyrel bought Ally and I a shot and we had a beer each. Little did we know that these were the first of a night of drunken debauchery. Once inside the festival, we headed straight for the beer garden where we stood and listened to a band or two while drinking a few beers before Tyrel met back up with us and bought Ally a whiskey and me another beer. Eventually we made our way to a bar within the walls of the festival where there was a photo booth, bathrooms, beers, and more shots on Tyrel's dime.

It was finally getting dark and the Murder City Devils were coming on soon. We were pretty drunk at this point and waiting for Chad Davis to show up. When Chad finally showed up, he spilled Ally's beer on accident, but like a nice guy bought her a replacement. Ally found Tyrel, who at this point could barely stand he was so drunk, and when he saw Chad he pointed in his face and said, "hey, it's Chad Davis!". He later dropped his cell phone and when I picked it up and gave it back to him, warning him not to throw his phone on the ground, he wound up and threw it straight to the street below, sim card and battery flying all over the place. Eventually Tyrel wobbled off to get closer to the stage for the show. We stayed back and watched the Devils from the side of the stage. They were amazingly tight for having had a 4 or 5 year hiatus. Unfortuantely I was too drunk to really enjoy it as much as I had hoped, but it was good nonetheless.

The rest of the weekend was more mellow, and consisted of visiting friends around the metropolitan area. If it hadn't been for the off and on again downpour of rain, it might have been nicer than it was. All in all, it was a fun weekend. What more could you ask for than good friends, good live music and lots of alcohol?

another one bites the dust

In two weeks, I am a groomsman in Caleb's wedding. I have known Caleb for around 12 years. I've watched him grow up. He's always been like a little brother to me.

His birthday was a few days ago, and apparently he had a birthday party. I didn't know about it until Tyrel mentioned it to Ally last night. I can only assume that he didn't tell me about it because people like Brent Patterson and Ryan Begley would be there, and Caleb knows that I don't want anything to do with those guys. Still, I can't help but think that a true friend would have invited me with a warning that those guys would be there, and let me decide whether or not I wanted to show up. Not getting invited makes me think that he doesn't consider me a friend.

Maybe this is for the best. It is difficult to be close friends with someone who isn't understanding of my feelings towards those other people. Maybe he has decided that it is just easier to be their friend instead of mine, and if that's the case, then so be it. But, if that is the case, then why am I in his wedding? If he really wants me in his wedding, then that is fine. I'll do it because of the past that we share, but I can't say that the future looks bright for our friendship at this point.

new stuff

The couch and chair were delivered yesterday. They are so comfortable, and they look really nice. It's nice to finally have couches that aren't "college" couches. One of the best things is that the couch is big enough for Ally and I to lay together and watch TV without one of us feeling like we are going to roll off of the couch.

Also, Jaime moved in last night. I'm excited about having a new roommate.

for Adam

It's like watching you vs. me

lonely at work

Shad and Jaime don't work with me any more. It sucks because they are my friends, and they have been replaced by people who are not as fun as they are.

Also, I have called Shad probably 3 or 4 times in the last week, and he never calls me back. I have an envelope for him from someone at work. I'm tired of having the envelope in my bag. If you're reading this, Shad, please call me back.

a place to lay my weary head

When Tyrel moved out, he took the couch and loveseat with him. It's fine, they were his, and they are butt ugly anyway. However, it is definitely frustrating to come home from work and not have a couch to spread out on and take a quick nap, or even just relax on. We've been using camping chairs, which as you probably know, seem really comfortable after a night of sleeping on the ground out in the wilderness, but are in all actuality very uncomfortable.

We bought a new couch and oversized chair two weekends ago, but they aren't being delivered until Thursday. They are very nice and comfortable. I can't wait to be able to come home from work and relax on our new furniture. Sometimes it's the small pleasures in life that make us happy.

HOT HOT HOT!

It has been triple digit temperatures for the last 3 or 4 days. It's damn near unbearable. We've been trying to avoid the heat the best we can with movie theaters, the mall and our almost useless window AC unit, but we still can't avoid completely the scorching heat. I feel like I am living in the Southwest where it is normal to have weather like this. I hate the heat so much, I find myself wishing I was somewhere like work, where at least I can be in an air conditioned room.

Yesterday Ally and I, desite the temperature, ripped the carpet out of the bedroom that Tyrel moved out of to expose the hardwood floors. The floor looks good. Also, if you didn't already know, since the day we moved into the house, Tyrel had completely filled up our garage with boxes and furniture. Since, in his absence, we have now reclaimed the garage, we took the carpet from the bedroom and laid it down in the garage. Tim has a recliner that we never had room for and a coffee table. After "liberating" an ashtray from the bar last night, we now have a pretty cool lounge started in the garage. Once I move the mini-fridge and some sort of speaker setup into the garage, we will be well on our way towards having our own bar to smoke and drink in at a fraction of the cost of actually going to a bar. The fact that I am posting this blog from the garage right now means that the wireless has a range that will allow us to have wireless in our lounge too. We really need some entertainment out here. Maybe I'll pick up a dart board or figure out a way to hook up the old computer with some contollers and lots of emulated games. I can't wait for everyone to come hang out. Hopefully the heat won't keep us out of the garage for too much longer.

an empty room ... for now

Tyrel moved out yesterday.

It was time.

I would be lying if I said that we haven't had a few good times with him over the last 2 years or so, but Ally and I have moved on from the "non-stop party" lifestyle. It's hard to get enough sleep before work in the morning when your roommate comes home at odd hours drunk making a lot of noise. It's even more difficult when he brings other people with him who are also drunk and just as loud (if not more).

I had always thought that his plan was to live with us and fix his credit. I never saw a single sign that he was working towards that goal. The guy spends a shitload of money.

He has a job that pays him a lot of money, but when you wake up at 3pm, check your MySpace for about an hour, take a shower, go out to eat and then go out to drink again, it must be hard to find time to actually get any work done. He hasn't been to his job site in over 3 months. I'm baffled by the fact that he even still has a job.

I hope some day he decides that his current lifestyle isn't doing him any good. I hope for his sake that that day comes sooner than later. For now, the best thing that could have happened was for him to move out. I think all parties involved need a break. Only time will tell if it is an indefinite hiatus, or if we're all done for good.

So for now his room sits empty, waiting for the arrival of our new roommate, Jaime. We have a few days before he moves in, which gives us just enough time to rip out the carpet that is currently covering beautiful hardwood floors. Best of all, the garage is a lot less full which means that we can start creating our lounge/bar. Hopefully soon we won't need to spend so much money at bars. We will be able to drink at home and have just as much fun. Plus, once Oregon passes a ban on smoking, we'll always have our garage to smoke and drink in. If only someone wanted to donate a free and functioning pinball machine ...

a hipster no more!

I did it!

I cancelled my MySpace account today. I even went back to my Friendster account (which I hadn't logged into in probably 3 years) and cancelled that membership too. I no longer have to try to be cooler than I really am in the hopes of impressing someone online. I'm not "hipster" enough for MySpace, and now that I'm married I don't need to meet anyone of the opposite sex (does that really happen to anyone on MySpace?) through networking online. Recently I have been reacquainted with several friends from high school, which was cool, but I have realized that if they want to get back in touch, they can find me some other way. There may have been a reason that we lost touch 9 years ago. Not to say that there aren't several of those people that I would like to get back in touch with, but it wasn't worth being on MySpace anymore. Besides, one of these days someone is going to figure out how to create a virus that spreads through MySpace and destroys billions of people's computers. As long as Ally deletes her profile as well, we won't be infected with that virus. Then we can laugh and tell everyone ... we told you so!

Hello

I opened this account a while back and never posted on it. I always had MySpace for blogs. I am quitting MySpace in a few days so I thought I would try this site out. I'm bad at writing blogs anyways, so I may not post very often. I may even keep this a secret, I haven't decided yet. I like the idea of having a blog where I can write about things just to get them out. Maybe it is better if no one reads them, maybe not. It's sort of a situation of a tree falling in the woods. If I write my thoughts and emotions in a blog that no one reads, does it help me feel better or understand myself better; or do I need some sort of recognition, vilification, or vindication from the words I type? Is it good enough to have an outlet without feedback? People talk to psychiatrists everyday and the only other person that knows what is said is the doctor. Does that help? I have only been to a psychiatrist a few times in my life and I was maybe 12. I don't remember if it helped. I still had a lot of angst as a teenager, but I think that is normal.

Maybe I will let people know about this blog. Certainly that is true only of certain people though. We'll see.