So, I'm sitting in a neighborhood establishment last week, enjoying a quiet bite before heading off to run box office for the show, when a 20-something CapHillster, replete with soul patch, earholes, lip piercing, and numerous tattoos approaches me and says, "Excuse me sir, could we use one of your chairs?"
I nodded vaguely in the direction of the unoccupied seats across the table and replied, "sure, no problem," then went back to my meal. He hoisted the chair and walked back over to his group.
And then it hit me --
Aw, crap! He just called me "sir"!
As if I required any additional, irrefutable evidence that I am no longer young...
I'm not sure what it means, but there must be some significance to the fact that I'm looking forward to Friday for the sole reason that it's the only night this week I don't have some sort of extra-curricular activity on my schedule, and I can actually spend the evening at home.
Okay, racoons, and opossums, and squirrels I get -- but CHICKENS???
Obviously, this lil' hen is of an urban variety, some citified cousin of a Rhode Island Red, but really, it's not the sort of wildlife you expect to see running down your neighborhood street at 8:00 in the morning.
When It Rains In The Middle Of The Ocean It's Not Raining At All
My friends in "Awesome" just released their new CD, based on their hit "subtle spectacular", Delaware, which is enjoying a remount this month at local watering hole/performance space Re-bar.
When Yellow Dog handed me my pristine, shrink-wrapped copy of the CD last night at the wedding reception, I became, for a few brief seconds at least, the second or third most popular person in the room.
So, my envious friends, if you can't get a member of "Awesome" to hand deliver your copy in-person, you can probably find someplace on their website where you can order it, or better yet, just go see Delaware and pick up one there.
The Pratt & Gude Wedding was tonight. It should be noted that no rubber chickens, cats, gorillas, rats, or tiny ninjas were harmed in the making of this cake. Although I must sadly report that two ninjas, trapped up to their waist sashes on a cupcake, did in fact commit ritual suicide by dragging themselves and their butter creamed quicksand trap to the edge of my plate, whereupon they leapt to a spectacular demise late in the evening.
Photos have been uploaded to Kodak.com. Get 'em quick, before they decide to cut off my free account. Or I can burn them to a CD for anyone who's interested.
Left-over wedding cake for breakfast is a fine thing indeed, I must say.
Over The Mountain & Down In the Valley Lives The Former Talk Show Host
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Seattle's own lil' ole' homegrown, live, late-night talkshow The Stay Up Late Show, hosted by the delicious Rebecca M. Davis (in the right-hand seat above) returned from Summer hiatus last night with a rousing line-up including Seattle City Councilmember Peter Steinbrueck, local fringe theatre rockstar Brandon Whitehead (starring in that theatre thing I mentioned last week), and also pictured above, a real rockstar -- KEXP DJ, sometime theatre dabbler, and Harvey Danger front man, Sean Nelson.
Mr. Paul Gude's 5 Minute Bachelor Party (tm) held at Annex Theatre's Spin The Bottle Friday night. The picture is rather blurry, but that is indeed someone in a gorilla suit doing rude things to the groom-to-be.
The wedding is Sunday. I don't know if gorillas will be involved, but with Gude & Pratt (Pratt & Gude? How will this dynamic duo be known to future generations?) anything is possible.