Rowdy before A Show
In a funny turn of events, @llpeyer couldn't get a drink so we stepped out to enjoy a frosty beverage.
Let's hope we didn't miss too much of the show. Regardless, I think a t-shirt is in order tonight.
My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. - Twelfth Night
Flying a Kite with my stalkers
While out and about walking Queen Anne today my two stalkers showed up.
After checking out the new place and saying goodbye to the "end of an era" (nice quote @sarahoface!) we decide we needed to go mess around in the sun.
Unfortunately we couldn't convince @jraq to come out and play. Boo.
If you aren't enjoying this sunshine, you're missing out.
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A Great Mosh and a Funny Story
Last night at the ShowBox SoDo I finally got to check out a live show by a band I've listened to for many years, Taking Back Sunday.
It was a little worrisome watching all the misspent youth in line and then they only had the railing for the beer section on the small setting. But it turns out it didn't matter to me at all.
The opener was Envy on the Coast who I'd never heard of before. They were definitely an opening band. They had a good presence but no consistency in the music. More experience maybe?
Anberlin played a great set before TBS came on. I've seen them before and they brought a fabulous energy. And since they played a lot, all these weak Seattle moshers couldn't stand the heat so they had to bounce out of the pit early leaving plenty of wriggle room which I immediately ransacked.
It was one of those really ludicrously hot pits that's just rank armpits, swinging elbows, flinging sweat drops, ninja farts, and the collective shouting of choruses in each others faces, mixed at 120 degrees and sprayed occassionally by water from the bouncers on the rail.
The wonderful diversity of my circle of friends was further reinforced last night when I enjoyed a little misunderstanding. My friend was having work done on her car and so I asked "How's the tranny in your car? Did everything turn out okay?" to which she responded "Nikki is great, his boobs turned out fabulous!".
Yes, I know I should have been more specific.
Afterwards I met up with a different group to wish @rnjurk a Happy Birthday. Who knew she had hot friends? And why has she been hiding them?
To cap off the night, I got to watch the indomitable Berkies doing the shuffle.
Mi Vida Loca.
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One of those bands I wanted to see.
Taking Back Sunday is one of those bands I've been wanting to see for literally years.
Finally I get the chance to mosh to their music.
I'm super hot, sweaty, buy having a great time as Anberlin finishes and I move up to the pit.
These pits are alwayss full but worth if it if you can stand the heat. For a phoenix boy, this is nothing.
Lots of great dancing and "Hey how ya doings" take place.
Excited to rock. See you on the other side.
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How Important Can It Be?
Self-reflection is both something to be craved and something to be feared.
Sometimes your happiness depends solely on understanding your own inner self and the desires we so often bury deep behind our many masks. Other times, we only find happiness when we accept the image of ourselves we only long to be true, grasping and gasping in blissful ignorance.
I'd rather waste my whole life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute.
-- Crushcrushcrush by Paramore
It's funny to me how I can hear a song for the 300th time and for some reason I finally hear the phrase I've perceived so many times before. Finally, without awareness, my mind assigns meaning and the full force of the words slams into me like a freight train in that single instant. My inner self falls to its knees, outstretched and seeking, as a silent shout resounds.
Am I less because I fail to pretend? My choice to forget brings me no less pain, only removes the option for shared suffering and the balm of friendship and understanding. How does one find the power to pretend? If ignorance is such solace, why so elusive? For some small moment, I'd like to believe that you can not know. To my ever-revolving dismay, I find in the rowdy raucous ruckus of my intellect that my grip remains resolved.
You can't not know.
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Here's a cheat sheet for those of you who might be savor-impaired.
Just finished a little jog on the waterfront and felt like sharing the amazing sunset.
LIA
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Let the ice blocking commence!
While at the park, a whole group comes with ice to do ice block sledding.
The kite flying was less than spectacular, and I explained the sundial like 4 times to tourists.
I did give Troll and El Camino directions to a group of college girls.
After a small round of frisbee, we contemplate a change of venue.
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I'm sure @sir_dirtybird is out there somewhere reeking havoc.
It's good to see everyone getting out to enjoy the sun and collect some color.
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Chilling in the 9th, but the future is looking so bright!
Just check out those sick shades and that mouth full of bubble gum.
@JessicaAmber69 just gave me a verbal beat down so now I'm watching my step!
Meanwhile, @crazysmartkid is mellowing through a tight buzz and @jwalking is thizzin.
Or some such. I'm out of the loop.
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Evidently the Port of Seattle can get away with anything.
This is the bait and tackle shop on the public fishing pier in the Elliott Bay Park.
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