We Didn't Read the Invite, We Just Danced At Our Wake

All our favorites were playing,
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake.
'Missed the Boat' - Modest Mouse

Download Festival at the Gorge. Modest Mouse, Incubus, Presidents of the United States of American, Nada Surf, The Thermals, and more. You know you've had a good time when you get home and can barely move or hear. The burns, bruises, and beatings were well worth it, even with having to be back for the meeting at work this morning (which many of you I'm sure can bare witness, I probably looked like shit). It was my first time at the Gorge, and holy god, I can't believe it took me this long to get out there. That place is absolutely amazing. And it was pretty cool because there were chances to chill with the bands, which was pretty fun. Ended up meeting Matthew and Ira from Nada Surf, Andrew from the Presidents, and the first band that played, Back Door Slam (who if you're into rock with a heavy blues influence...damn this is good).

Those good times were preceeded by three straight nights of more good times with differnet friends...and at least some alcohol. Woulda been damn near perfect if it weren't for the fact that it meant I didn't get to sleep in my bed...at least one of the couches was comfortable :p. The body may hate me right now, but the mind...well I think that all things considered, its been a great week. Good change of pace.

And as for the ongoing house saga...its almost over. We found a place, still in Redmond, that we sign the lease for and move into Thursday/Friday. Thankfully that nightmare will go by the wayside, leaving more time for things like that concert. And maybe time for sleep, which has been in short supply lately. In fact I'm going to do that right now. That stupid meeting this morning really through a hitch in my idea of sleeping in. All that meeting did was prove to me that one day you will all find me in a corner, in the fetal position, screaming about how much I hate my coworkers. Ok, maybe not, but the image amuses me.

One Night and One More Time, Thanks for the Memories

'Thnks fr th Mmrs' - Fall Out Boy

I had two goals last night. First was to have pure an unadulterated fun, something that has been all too rare lately. And second, and to help facilitate the first, was to drink enough that I couldn't feel feelings anymore. I am happy to say I was successful on both counts. I have enjoyed trying to figure out over the past half hour what my last coherent memory of the night was. Haven't really got an answer to that yet. But seriously, thanks to everyone who came. It pained me that I haven't been able to be out with everyone for so long, so it definitely felt good to be back in the loving embrace of everyone there.

And thank you to everyone that helped function as my prostethic legs. Walking is a highly overrated skill anyway.

Oh yeah, and in the middle of all of it...I have almost crafted an answer to one of the pressing issues of the past few months. But like any good puzzle, just when one answer is found, more questions arise. Fortunately the answer was sufficient enough though to almost entirely close that bad chapter.

I Sure Don't Mind a Change, But I Fell on Black Days

How would I know, that this could be my fate.
'Fell On Black Days' - Soundgarden

I'm getting really sick of writing these blogs about bad shit. Soon I'm gonna need to hunt down new music just to get songs with appropriately sad/angry/depressing lyrics for my titles. Just when I think I can stop the hemorrhaging, stabilize everything that has gone so horribly wrong, something else gets thrown on the heap. Fortunately another disaster was averted, but it has, perhaps for the best, rekindled the fire of trying to find new living accomodations. We have made a rule that no one is able to ask 'what else can go wrong.'

Anyway, I will almost undoubtely be moving again in three weeks. This was going to be the end result, just maybe not this month. Our landlords pretty much made this decision for us though. Well maybe tonight will go better, but that is yet to be planned out. I guess if I can't hold on to at least a little hope, than what is the point. A question I've been asking myself a lot these days.