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Stephanie's Visit

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well, stephanie’s gone home… we’re both pretty sad about that. i miss her more than i’d thought possible, but we’ve decided it’s a good thing it’s so hard for us to be far away from one another, because it’s a constant reminder of what a good thing we have going.

we did have a great time, though.. on wednesday, stephanie finally got the lobster dinner she won in a bet nearly 9 months ago, and while we were eating my car got broken into and my new stereo stolen.

on thursday, we went to the coast and my puppy dog pi nearly caught a bird! she was darting along the edge of the ocean, chasing a seagull that was floating in about a foot of water, as the four of us walked along. all of a sudden, she ran out into the water and pounced on the bird! much flapping of wings and splashing occurred, and the bird got away.. but i was so proud of my puppy dog :~) she’s growing up!

on friday we spent most of the day with family, although we had a surreal experience on larch mountain (which i will let stephanie talk about … )…

on saturday, stephanie got to enjoy the best meal experience ever for the very first time – dim sum! it’s chinese breakfast/lunch, mostly meat and vegetable fillings inside little pastries, but the treat is how it’s served to you. when you sit down at the table, you’re given tea and plates but nothing else. suddenly, as if by magic, food is brought to you on little carts! all of the carts are piled high with tiny serving trays of food, and you point to the items you want. so the novice ends up with about 10 items off the first cart, and misses out on all the best stuff (breaded lobster, shrimp toast, bbq pork buns, and of course, the coconut jello for dessert)..

saturday night we toured my childhood home… and sunday she left.

and then the sadness commenced.

We Met Blackflag

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Last night, KT, Steve, Annie and I all went to a bar called the Blue Moon to meet blackflag from hatelife. I must admit, I had some reservations. I’ve only met a couple people from online, and those meetings were horribly awkward and uncomfortable.

This meeting, however, was great. We all ordered some food and drinks, and then we complained about the crummy service while we waited for our orders to arrive. The conversation wandered all over the map. There was some discussion of hatelife and other online stuff, naturally, since Steve and I like to talk about ourselves and it was one thing we all had in common. But we talked about lots of other things and had a great time. When we left the bar, we ended up all going back to Steve’s house to watch the Tao of Steve, which I had never seen, and I loved.

End result: Blackflag is a cool guy that we all had fun meeting. He’s currently considering moving to Portland, which we all encouraged him to do. It would be nice if he moved here, because he fit right into our little group.

Still Looking for Work

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Nervousness. Still trying to get ahold of Steve’s boss to find out if I have a shot at a job. I’ve also got three applications in with the state of Oregon, one of which is a web designer job, but it’s in Salem, which means I’d have to move. That would suck, but the job pays well enough that I would do so if I got it. I’m also still awaiting word on the web design job Miles tried to set me up with. Apparently the design firm is still negotiating with the client about whether or not she wants to pay to have a web site, meaning they’d contract me to do it.

I’m sick of being out of work. It’s nice having lots of time to do things like learn PHP and work on new site designs, but this not-having-money stuff has got to end.

DVD Players are Great

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Man, I have got to get me a DVD player. I just spent about four hours watching Contact on Steve’s DVD player. It’s great to finish watching a movie, and then watch the behind-the-scenes stuff on how they did the special effects, and then switch the DVD in French dubbed mode and watch parts of the movie over again. If only it was also dubbed in Russian or German!

In case you don’t know, I’m staying at Steve’s apartment to watch his dog, Pi, for him. My plans for tomorrow:

  • give Pi more of Steve’s clothing, sheets and towels to tear up to keep her occupied.
  • watch all his DVDs in frame-by-frame mode to check for hidden frames of pornography (sadly, none of the DVDs are from Disney, so I’m not expecting any results).
  • finish eating all of Steve’s food and drinking all his liquor.
  • study up on ways to hack into a Windows 2000 box so I can format his hard drive and install Windows 3.1 before he gets home.

Yes, it’s going to be a productive day!

An Exchange of Services

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The Setting: Our heroes, Scott and Steve, have just pulled up in front of the local QFC to retrieve some bread and salsa. Parked directly in front of them is a car containing four 16-year old kids. They all look excited to see our heroes, and the driver jumps out of the car.

scott: …and he said “damn your canoes!
[laughter from steve and scott]
driver: [male] Hey guys, will you buy us some beer?
scott: no, sorry.
steve: will you dance a jig for me?
[much laughter from scott throughout this scene]
driver: [looking worried] uh… sure?
steve: what about you three? [pointing to car] will you all dance a jig for me?
[all three get out of car]
kid #2: [male] dance a what?
kid #3: [male] like an Irish jig?
kid #4: [female] I’m a dancer!
kid #2: yeah, she’s a dancer!
kid #4: I don’t know how to dance a jig, but I can dance something for you!
driver: well, will you sing or something for us to dance to?
scott: no no no! This is an exchange of services! We buy you beer, you dance a jig for us!
driver: wait a minute! they already said no! [pointing to scott]
scott: I said no, he didn’t.
steve: well, come on, give me a sample jig or something.
[half-hearted attempts at jig from driver and kid #3]
steve: no! those were horrible jigs!
driver: I don’t know how to jig! I’m not Irish!
steve: well, what are you?
driver: I’m Norwegian!
steve: well, what kind of dances do Norwegians do?
driver: I don’t know any of them!
steve: Well, I’m sorry, that just wasn’t good enough for beer.
[steve and scott turn backs on kids and walk into store, laughing]
driver: you’d buy us beer if you weren’t gay!
[steve and scott laugh even harder]

Once we got inside the store, Steve decided to buy some beer for himself. The driver and kid #2 or #3 came inside the store to buy a Mountain Dew (apparently an acceptable substitute for beer), and proceeded to talk to us in the check-out line to make us feel bad about neglecting our duties as elders. They asked our ages, and looked dismayed to find out we’re 23. The driver proclaims that we should understand, because we’ve “been there.” Steve asked their ages, and we found out they’re all 16. We laughed and wished them luck as we walked out to the car, where the kids remaining in the car looked longingly at Steve’s beer and muttered about us. Steve waved as we drove away.

I think my favorite thing is that the driver of the car is obviously the smartest kid in the group. He had quick reactions, which were more intelligent than his cohorts unintelligible grunting, or his female friend’s offer to some “some other dance” for us.

As we were driving home and discussing the situation, it occurred to us that we are out of practice. At one time, this scene would have gone much smoother. I would not have said no, tipping the kids off to the fact that there’s no way in hell we’re buying them beer, we would have used a better lead-in, and the closer, where we inform them their jigs aren’t good enough would be much smoother. And so, we’re proud to present:

The Way It Should Have Gone!

scott: no no no! This is an exchange of services! We buy you beer, you dance a jig for us!
steve: well, come on, give me a sample jig!
[half-hearted attempts at jig from driver and kid #3]
steve: [outraged] you call THAT a jig? THIS is a jig!
[steve and scott bust into flawless jigs that they have obviously rehearsed for just this situation]
scott: Now you practice that, and when you get it down, we’ll buy you beer!
[steve and scott turn backs on kids and walk into store, laughing]
driver: you’d buy us beer if you weren’t gay!
steve: [steve uses limp-wrist gay wave at kids] oh you!

The End! Our heroes leave the parking lot triumphant, leaving the kids confused and sober! We also noted there are variations on this theme that we could pull on people. For example, instead of a jig, we could learn to beat-box and ask the kids to break dance for us!