First order of business -- my wonderful friend Sledg has taken up residence in my humble abode. I relocated my computer and let him have the executive office. He's been here about two weeks now and we're all having a great time. We've been playing the shit out of 1988's Ice Hockey. Sledgypants is quite good at the game, which pisses me off, as I thought I was the resident Ice Hockey megawizard. Guess not.
To celebrate Sledg's arrival, Ms. Kim and I threw a quaint little welcoming party. I wanted to do something fun, but I dislike 'theme' parties. My solution: lie to all the guests; tell each of them that it was a different 'theme' party -- lame sweater, cocktail attire, hawaiian shirts, etc. Myself, I went as cholo. Ms. Kim was a ladybug. A sexy ass ladybug. We served but the finest drinks -- Jäger, Tecate, Jack and Coke and ghetto Greyhounds (Vodka and generic Squirt). The party was an astounding success.
Even further back, Kim and I went to see Bearded Jon's band, The Yearling, play at a venue in Northeast Portland. I haven't been to a metal show in ages -- It pains me to say it, but I was so terribly out of place. Note to self -- don't wear fly-ass Jordans to a metal show. Anyway, the crew all showed up to watch Jon tear it up on drums. We drank Pabst in cans and made merry. Overall, the experience made me want to buy a really big amp. And earplugs.
Wamp Wamp.
In other news, I finally found an arcade cabinet. I've been looking for the past year or so. I've been yearning to get one so that I can plunk a computer in there and have an array of videogames at my disposal. The cabinet I acquired has been stripped down, but it should be fun to do some woodworking and wiring and such. We'll see.
Love you all.
I LOVE YOU GUYS
Also, one thing I'll never understand is the fucking mandatory Zamboni interlude.
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