I forget what word Tori used to describe Saturday, but it was the most average day we’ve had in a while. That is, after meeting some friends at Squid and Ink for breakfast, we went bowling at AMF Imperial Lanes for the Bowl for Kids Sake fund-raiser we’ve been participating in, then had a bunch of friends over for a barbecue. Granted this was all followed by a couple bars and Ken and I out at Uncle Mo’s/Planet Georgetown until last call caught up in the Karaoke, but otherwise it was all very suburban for us.
It wasn’t really planned that way, which was sort of funny. Saturday started out being just bowling, and a complex plot to hang out with a girl; which somehow transformed into a dozen people coming over, including one of the neighbors kids who was very interested in our cats and video games and made himself at home. None of us were entirely sure how to respond to this kid we didn’t know hanging out alone in our house… eventually I asked him his name; Ishmael of all things.
Friday’s regularly scheduled BSG viewing at the Awful Shark was followed by an irregular viewing of Ken and David “Stair Sledding”. They called me in advance to borrow a bicycle helmet to play it safe. I’m not sure the helmet + the whiskey shots did anything more than cancel out the safety value, but they came out of it sans broken bones.
Sunday was filled with more suburban activities as Tori and I continue to acquire furniture and there was lawn mowing and house cleaning to be done; which all went swell. Tori and I had a late dinner at Squid and Ink, which I think is the first time we had gone there that late. It’s nice having such an awesome place open to get grub and hang out.
I think this weekend was Linux Fest Northwest. I didn’t go, as I find I want to spend most of my off time not at a computer these days. It’s probably the nice weather making me want to be out, even if it’s just walking the alleys of Georgetown with a beer and a camera. It’s definitely the seasons, as I recall having this feeling last year, before this terrible long and turmoil filled winter.
Ishmael….find out where he lives and introduce yourselves to parental type units if you want him to hang out. Might be he needs a safe place to be. Hey, you guys might end up being Bigs after all!
It’s kind of funny, he lives across the alley from us. We haven’t talked to them yet, they don’t seem particularly social but we’ve exchanged a couple waves. The rest of the neighborhood is really social so it sort of sets a high standard for “particularly social”. They’ve sent his sister over to get him a couple times when he’s disappeared, but it’s taken hours before so it’s kind of funny.