snow has landed in seattle. it continues to adhere 48 hrs later. we met up wednesday night to see a velvet underground tribute at the croc. fat flakes were falling as we left. is there anything more fucking lovely than fresh falling snow? i think not. we made fresh tracks through the deserted paths of seattle center. yesterday was blindingly sunny and cold as fuck. he lives in the labrynthine basement of an old house, the walls covered with '70's movie posters. an entire shelf of laserdiscs. a functioning television sitting on the cabinet of a nonfunctioning television. a frighteningly similar array of music. a simpsons calendar open to december 2006. a cassette of attila, the billy joel metal album, which is actually really good. i walked around his place grinning. his friend is out of town and loaned him his van, so we went to golden gardens to watch the sunset. a gaggle of folk were staring out at the water and gesturing, and when i asked a man with a telescope what they were looking at he cheerfully pointed out the McNaught comet. a fucking comet! we sat in the van with the heater cranked and watched until it disappeared below the horizon. after: fries and wine at the sloop, a dive tavern with pull tabs and affable dart players, then back to his lair to watch serge gainsbourg perform the entirety of 'melody nelson.' very confessional conversations. i am still disgustingly hung over today, as well as rather symptomatic, and these things are killing what is otherwise a fucking fabulous mood.
i really dig this guy. i am also scared as shit. i vaguely remember crying at one point last night about how unfair life is, boo bloody hoo, in regards to the ms and my impending lack of health insurance and my fucking ex getting off scot-free. and the guy listened. and he still likes me. that's pretty cool.
tonight: my friend from work is meeting me to see hell's belles. we went in august, in tacoma, and had a ball despite the squat fort lewis trolls comprising the audience. hopefully i will be less crapulent by then. i am forseeing a water-drinking evening.
'captain jack' plays. billy joel is all over this post. hopefully this is a one-time occurance.
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