I did more things yesterday than just write an article and a movie review. Oh, yes. My college friend Sarah is turning 26 today actually, so yesterday was kinda her party. It was gonna happen at a restaurant up in Seattle, but people were welcome to come by their house early so as to get pre-funked and carpool. Well, I had to go to Fools Play that evening because Mr. Tanner wasn't gonna be able to make it, so I figured I would just go up to their house and hang out until they left for Seattle, at which time I would leave for Olympia.
They just moved into this new house like last week so I had never been there before, but I got directions off of MapQuest. It turns out it's like within two freakin' miles of the house in Kent where I grew up, so I actually knew the area pretty well (I know where the Willis Street/Des Moines exit off of 167 is, and I know James Street, etc.). But while I was driving down the road they live on, looking at house numbers and trying to figure out whether I was going in the right direction or whether I had already passed it, I noticed a big-ass Garage Sale sign. Well, I figured I had a couple minutes to kill so I pulled on over.
As I was pulling over, another car pulled over on the other side of the street and out hopped Ryan from The Wastelanders, who was also looking for Sarah's house. So it was really cool to see him. He asked the Garage Sale lady if there were any records ("not for sale" was the answer), and then a younger girl there said, "You look familiar."
"Huh? I do?" Ryan said.
"Yeah. Do you know..."
Well it turns out that a guy Ryan knew up in Bellingham actually lives in that house. The guy wasn't there becaues he was out touring with a couple of bands (one of which Ryan had seen perform).
Anyway, we get back in our cars and Ryan keeps going the same way he's going because it seems like the house numbers are pointing in that direction. I pop a U-turn and follow him, but I notice that one of the numbers in the string seems wrong. So before I get back out to the main road I turn around and start heading back up, past the Garage Sale (way past).
See, for some reason the house numbers in Kent are really confusing and I can't put my finger on the reason why. But eventually I narrowed it down to a one-block area where the house should be. After driving up and down the street several times, I realized that there was one house that didn't have house numbers on it. I parked around the corner and, sure enough, it was theirs.
I just have to say that the house is pretty darned spectacular. It's one-level, with three bedrooms, a living room, a gigantor kitchen, a mud room, a big ol' deck in the back with built-in benches, a nice front lawn, and an entire freakin' acre of a lot. Plus a cat. It really made me want to buy a house. I hear you need money for that, though. Is that true?
When they were getting ready to leave for the restaurant, Ryan gave me a whole heap load of fun stuff from the trunk of his car—an original Nintendo Entertainment Center, some He-Man toys (and tons of the little comics that came with the toys), and a handful of other random stuff.
I left for Fools Play and got there like 45 minutes before the show started. The show ("Variety Show") was really a hoot, although it was a bit sloppier (and more offensive) than usual. The highlights included a cereal ad for "Saurkraut Cereal" in which the badguy was "Little Hitler" and where "Kaptain Kraut" used the power of sour to help the kid defeat him. Also a fantastic Who's On First B about betting on ponies -slash- satisfying your wife. Offensive? Yes.
I came straight home after the show on account o' I ain't gots the moneys. Carrie was hanging out with our friend Cat, having margueritas and "watching" Drumline. Cat's a heap load of fun, so I'm glad I got to hang out with her some that night, too.
After Cat's fiance (also a Chris) picked her up I made a Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich with that kickass spiced blueberry honey jam. Carrie was craving milk for some reason, and it does go weill with PB&J, so at like 12:30 a.m. we drove to the grocery store while listening to The Wastelanders' cover of Billie Jean. I bought milk and a piece of chocolate cake for each of us. We ate them in bed (I also ate my PB&J) while drinking milk. Wholesome.
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Sunday, August 24, 2003
A heap load of fun
posted by Christopher at 9:46 AM 
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