No...not me...!
I haven't posted in awhile as the last couple of weeks were pretty busy. I guess the biggest news is that El Stu and Rachel are now husband and wife and that the wedding went swimmingly! Tyrone broke down during the ceremony and set just about everyone off...'cept me, Don and Neil 'cause we're Stone Cold P i m p s...
I took some pics with my camera phone and posted them on my Flickr page. And here are Frito's and James'. I'm hoping the 'official photos' will appear soon!
And that night I ran into Tabitha, who informed me that she got hitched the day before, although the official wedding is in Italy early next month.
Geez, what's wrong with all these people?!
Actually, I'm quite happy for my friends. They fit together well and I expect them to carry on into their dotage together.

So, now what? Well, my friend Melanie will be visiting from Colorado. She gets here on Friday. We're planning to hit Bumbershoot (Sunday looks like the best day to me) and I'm hoping I can show her a good time.

It's hard to believe the summer is almost over...and it was a good one! I wonder what next year will bring?


In the Can

In The Can.

Another year older.

It was a good weekend. There were several birthdays this weekend. Renee, Tyrone, Rachel, Laurie, Richelle, Peter and I all got a year older over the last few days. On Friday I went out with Frito, Carey, Doug, Greg and Ryan to The Mercury, a local private goth/industrial club. We shot the shit and drank astonishingly cheap booze and watched the Death Babies dance. Good times.

Saturday was my more or less 'official' birthday party. A bunch of the gang met up at Barca and everyone proceeded to buy me drinks...and I drank 'em. I got a bag o' goodies from Rachel, a Johnny Hartman disc from El Stu and a copy of Fear and Loathing in America from Tess.

On Sunday, Tracy took me to Salty's on Alki (quite possibly the best brunch in the state) and we stuffed ourselves. She also hooked me up with a really nice stained glass piece she made herself, and a George Clinton disc and a denim shirt, too!

So To all my peeps who hooked me up or send along good wishes for my birthday:

Carey, Monique, Patty, Doug, Ryan, Greg, Marcia, Scott, Cindy, Richelle, Rachel, Tracy, Tess, my swim buddy Jay, Matt, Sky (thanks for the 'fruity drink' phoar!), Jerel, Melanie, Aaron, Dorinda, Tina, Laurie B. & The Metachat posse...THANK YOU!!


Fear and Loathing...?!

Fear and Loathing...?!

So, we took El Stu to Las Vegas last weekend. We got to SeaTac a bit later than expected and Stu got pulled aside for a 'closer inspection' when one of his rings set off the metal detector. They told us they were about to shut the door when we finally came steaming in.
Otherwise the flight was uneventful (and nothing went wrong for once!)
We took a limo to the hotel and once we hooked up with James (on a separate flight) we went to get some food in one of the hotel restaurants.
I won't bore you with all the details, but we spent most of the time there wandering around, gambling a bit (James and Frito played poker - I played slots) and we took in a show (La Femme) and went to the obligatory strip club (yawn!).
Vegas looks a bit different than the last time I was there, just a couple of weeks shy of ten years ago. Just like a lot of things, it's bigger and cleaner...
The week before the trip, I'd been reading a lot about the state of everything. The War(s), Peak Oil, Environmental degradation and the possible end of Civillization As We Know It and then I found myself in the place that pretty much defines "Bling," wondering just how much money I'd need to have the ultimate 'Vegas Experience'...what it'd be like to be the Great Black Whale.
Nonetheless, too much food, a cigar, the booze, the feeling of displacement and the August desert heat made me feel sluggish and dull. I'd somehow hurt my back and it hurt to breathe. And it all seemed so absurd: Here we were taking our good friend out to celebrate his marriage to one of the most beautiful, kind and sweet women I know by going to look at naked women...(don't get me wrong, I generally approve of looking at naked women...I guess it was the context...or is that the pretext?) I think managed to have a good time, but I felt mildly out-of-sorts since then. I suppose I just need more sleep!

So there you have it.

As for this weekend, I turn 39 on Sunday. We're meeting for drinks at Barca on Saturday night!
I might also be out with my wingman, Jay and the Westsiiide Posse Friday night.

BTW-Matt Blake. a friend of mine, fell off a balcony in a tequila-related incident, landing on his head! (fuck!) Anyway, he's in Harborview, heavily sedated while they try to assess the brain damage. Matt and his fiance Margaret were supposed to get married soon. So if you can take a few seconds out to send some positive vibes or a prayer their way, it would be much appreciated.