During a conversation with Matt, I decided that I couldn't give this blog, or any other, justice.  My mind is enriched with far too much wonder and greatness to contain it. Therefor, I did what any Internet-savvy and awesome person would do. I created a Tumblr account to just vomit my personality upon.  Enjoy.

I'll still be coming back here from time to time, possibly. All I know is, I'm totally winning against Matt.

Hump Day

A lot of great adventures were had last week. I met a couple random and weird guys at the Cha Cha, watched the NFL Draft, ate a delicious Baranof breakfast, found a strange license plate holder and watched the Sounders win again.

What I didn't have was time to write it out (Sunday was hang-over nap day!).  So I'll get to it soon... possibly.  In the meantime, I saw this en route to watch the Sounders match and thought I could find some metaphor for the whole day wrapped up within it.

Oh, and last night I watched JCVD and ate pizza with gummie bears and tomato salsa chips on it.  It was good.

Errands to Boot

To waste time between coffee and a wedding I wasn't invited to, I decided to accompany Matt on a couple neighborhood errands he had-- which worked out well as I bought 30 cans of High Life for 75.7 cents per pint.

First, we jetted three blocks in his Rabbit to the dry cleaners. He justified this emissions release with the fact it's a "green" dry cleaners. I thought it was a pretty solid argument.

In front of the apartment doors, next to the cleaners, our eyes spotted a make-shift flower pot made of a discarded milk carton. It was an odd place for a seeded flower pot, whether it be a DYI style pot or machine manufactured. So we investigated. It didn't hurt there was a hand written note sticking out of it. It read:

Sorry I missed you call last night-- I slept right through the ringer-- it wasn't intentional... I hope you had a good day off & enjoyed the Sun. I will be sure to ask my parents if they are up for a kegger in west tonight, that would be hilarious. My mom challenged you to a keg stand [illegible] Call me.

I found this incredibly endearing, assuming it's from a couple just starting to date. I also find it irresistibly intriguing considering someone's mother challenged her child's other half to a keg stand. This perplexity is enhanced by my image of my own mother, who would probably evaporate into pixy dust if she so much as touched a keg, as well as never having considered keg stands a competitive event. This mom sounds like she's got something to prove.

After picking up shirts I'm pretty sure Matt has never worn before, we went to the Safeway to grab some cold medicine and beers. While Matt deposited his check at the BECU branch found within, I found a table of $1 books, whose proceeds go to help someone less cool than me.

That's when I found this series of books titled "Men Made in America ." Fascinated by the cover art, I realized that each book is about a man for each state. I was captured in fascination by Mr. Hawaii's whiteness, Mr. New Mexico's remarkable Tom Selleck mustache and Mr. Oregon's blandness.


All in all, I'm about 95% sure that this mini-outing will still be more curious than a wedding ceremony. Oh wait, I see my flask now...