June 28th. sucked. except maybe the last hour of so when I was good and drunk with my friends...but by then it was nearly the 29th, so it just barely counts. -but we'll pretend it does.
June 29th. made up for the 28th. see the funny/sad/strange thing is, it's not all that big of a deal to me (my birthday, etc) perhaps on some level it is - since it's instilled in you from the day you are born that your birthday is a 'special day' - but there is a part of me that detests the attention given on a day such as your birthday. the pressure can be very aggravating. I'm half sorry I threw all of those surprise parties for Lucien back in the day, because it must have been awful on some level to take all of that in. i digress.
Well, I'm not sure why my "special day" had to go so poorly. But again, in the end, it was just another day - I just happen to be considered one year older now. Look how wise, how distinguished.
On my way to Redmond, Friday (to visit my mother one last time as she resides in the black hole that is Redmond...she now resides in the even MORE black hole that is Leavenworth) the rain storm continued from yesterday - and while hoping for a thunderstorm, I found myself driving under a full rainbow. A rainbow that you could actually see where it started and ended; hitting the water of lake washington on either side of the 520bridge. It was pretty spectacular, and I 'challenged' myself to pull out my point and shoot powershot and snap some shots while driving in the rain, on 520, in 6pm traffic. -it wasn't too bad, I just wish I could have stopped and really taken a shot.
This weekend has been pretty full so far. Went to sushi with Steph, saturday afternoon, after working a couple of make-up hours with Katrina (my coworker). Bought a few cds at Sonic Boom - the new White Stripes and Rocky Votolato, Eels live album, and a Calexico/Iron and Wine collaboration. Feeding my music addiction. It's a beautiful thing.
I took in a movie by myself on the east side. Remembered how much I love the Ocean's movies. Ocean's 13 is lovely and entertaining. Some great one liners, George Clooney and Brad Pitt work very well off of each other.
Had drinks with my friend Chase at a new wine bar/cafe called Cafe Presse or Le Presse on 12th. We went to his place afterwards, and he showed me this PBS special called Art:21, one of the featured artists was Sally Mann. Love her stuff, but my god, she's a little nuts! It was interesting to see. And a bit hard to understand...why they all have to be crazy.
Now I'm off to enjoy the company of Kirsten and Ken.
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