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i smell a love interest brewing
That whole area is gorgeous, from Olympia on up to Ferndale (the furthest north I've been in WA).
Mel, when you went downtown, did you ever see the "High drug and pros ution area" signs that were mounted on the traffic poles? I swear, I wanted to steal one and take it home!
i smell a love interest brewing
But of course! Far be it from me to miss out on the 8ft Mexican! I can introduce myself to you then gaze at your navel.Make sure you make a GTG before leaving anywhere
WTF? Where the were these signs?I would have surely stolen one had I seen one. I was there in 94-95 so maybe they didn't exist.
son of a ... 7'11 er! 7'11! jesus christos.
LOL, someone on Craigslist is trying to sell one of these for 575.00, ers...
Melmart's Indian Guide name is: Runs from Ho'sHahaha, it's a long story.
My friends and I went down to camp out for tickets to see Mad Season, this Seattle hybrid of sorts that had members of Pearl Jam, Screaming Trees and Alice in Chains in it. So we are outside the Moore theater and its like four blocks from the waterfront and we are freeeezing our ties off.
Weirdness, Part 1: This dude comes up with a garment bag. He sees that we are cold and says.. "HEY! I got a deal for you! Trade me some alcohol or 20 dollars and you can have what's in this bag!" Well, its only 1am and tix dont go on sale till 9am so I am just bored enough to play along. "What's in the bag?" I ask.
So he proceeds to pull out this big blanket, and tells us that it is top botch quality, made in Canada (whoopie!). To prove it was made in Canada, he turns it over and there is the largest ing embroidered maple leaf you ever did see! My friend Stephanie is from Las Vegas so she is even less used to the cold than me and tries to haggle him. Dude is high as and isn't having any of it. So he goes down the line of like 200 or so brave souls who are already lined up. No takers. So he comes back to us and is like "OK, 15 dollars". Then someone pulls up in the car and says he "found a dealer" and the guy drops the blanket like a hot potato and takes off. Score!
So 2am rolls around and the drunks start rolling out of the bars. "Hey, you standing in line to see Belly!" Belly is an alt-rock band from the 90s (this is 1994) and the marque says "Live, Tonight! Belly!" Well, needless to say we weren't there to see Belly, and we politely tell these people but they are drunk and its fairly futile. Someone call Stephanie a " ing Canuck."
So several hours roll by and after several panhandlers and drug addicts (heroin usage was out of control, especially in the area we were in), we are ready for the damn box office to open. This one guy comes up looking for 'blow' and he would have been like any other one we encountered during the night except his face is full of coagulated blood. So of course I had to take a closer look and to this day, I wish I hadn't. His eyelid was completely split to the point where even if he blinked, it wouldn't matter. The cut went in a straight line all the way into somewhere in his hairlines. You could see his skull! And yet the guy was sooo ing high, he didn't feel a thing!
I guess he could see the shock on our faces, cus he was like "oh, this! yeah, I stole my old lady's blow and she took a wrench and hit me on the head." Damn, dude! I can feel the love! So finally he realizes that all we have is our canned goods ( you got a five dollar discount if you brought canned goods for the Chicken Soup Brigade) and our $15 do he was not going to get anything out of us.
Now for me, that is enough excitement for one day/night. Seeing someone's skull with blood clots hanging out of it just isn't my cup of tea. Not to mention that I could have sworn I had not foot, as it was so cold overnight I couldn't feel it. I would have been just fine if we could have bought our tix and left.
But noooooooo! Not so easy!
There are only like 5,000 tix and three places in all of Seattle to buy them. This is a one-time only show so its a big deal. We get offered money from several peeps but we dont' give in. I tell them to off, my roommate Sophia was much more polite. This one guy sees her politeness and tries to take advantage of it. He puts his arm around her and that's when I take a better look at him. He is wearing a leisure suit, straight out of the 70s. For some reason, I hear "Just a Gigolo" in my head over and over. His chest is so hair that it is sticking out of his polyester shirt. Not from between the buttons or over the collar, mind you. No, the hair is so thick and coarse that it juts out THROUGH POLYESTER. He basically looks like he is wearing his hair for a shirt. For some reason, this makes me want to yak and I must get rid of him immediately. So I tell him to take his hands off my girlfriend and pull her away. He laughs and calls us s and finally gives up.
So we get our tickets and head back to the dorms. I figure this is the end of the weirdness...
But nooooooooo. Stephanie just HAS to stop for coffee at this little roach coach and so we are there waiting for her damned cappuccino when this homeless lady walks up to us pushing a shopping cart. She asks us for some drugs and of course we dont have any. So she asks us for money and we are like "lady all we have is 75 cents to go catch our bus." So she says "fine, give me that." WTF?! We aren't giving you our bus fare, do you know how far away our dorm is!? So she looks at us and is like "look, I am six months pregnant and I need a fix! Now give me your goddamned money!"
Sophia, as much as I love her, is not the most assertive person in teh world. So she always looks at me for advice. So she looks at me with this expression that reads "what do we do?" So I just tell the lady we are broke and that is all. She says "look you little rich (?) you just said you had 75 cents, give me your 75 cents! So I am about to just throw my ing quarters at her to shut her up when she starts cursing and looks like she has become possessed. Sophia says "melmart, what do we do?" (yes, she calls me melmart, it was my online iden y even in 94). So I am tired, groggy and quite honestly scared of this crazy lady so I look at her and say.. "run!"
So we proceed to run up a very steep hill (Seattle has almost as many hills as San Francisco). We ran. From a 6-months pregnant crack . Not our finest moment, I must say.
She finally gave up chasing us about halfways up the hill and kept cursing us for who knows how long. We finally get to our dorm and collapse. I woke up and swore it was all a dream... until Stephanie knocks on our door and asks if we want to keep the maple leaf blanket....
I warned you it was long. Entertained yet, Jekka?
damn i'm jealous, they released a dvd of that show at the moore didn't they?Hahaha, it's a long story.
My friends and I went down to camp out for tickets to see Mad Season, this Seattle hybrid of sorts that had members of Pearl Jam, Screaming Trees and Alice in Chains in it. So we are outside the Moore theater and its like four blocks from the waterfront and we are freeeezing our ties off.
Weirdness, Part 1: This dude comes up with a garment bag. He sees that we are cold and says.. "HEY! I got a deal for you! Trade me some alcohol or 20 dollars and you can have what's in this bag!" Well, its only 1am and tix dont go on sale till 9am so I am just bored enough to play along. "What's in the bag?" I ask.
So he proceeds to pull out this big blanket, and tells us that it is top botch quality, made in Canada (whoopie!). To prove it was made in Canada, he turns it over and there is the largest ing embroidered maple leaf you ever did see! My friend Stephanie is from Las Vegas so she is even less used to the cold than me and tries to haggle him. Dude is high as and isn't having any of it. So he goes down the line of like 200 or so brave souls who are already lined up. No takers. So he comes back to us and is like "OK, 15 dollars". Then someone pulls up in the car and says he "found a dealer" and the guy drops the blanket like a hot potato and takes off. Score!
So 2am rolls around and the drunks start rolling out of the bars. "Hey, you standing in line to see Belly!" Belly is an alt-rock band from the 90s (this is 1994) and the marque says "Live, Tonight! Belly!" Well, needless to say we weren't there to see Belly, and we politely tell these people but they are drunk and its fairly futile. Someone call Stephanie a " ing Canuck."
So several hours roll by and after several panhandlers and drug addicts (heroin usage was out of control, especially in the area we were in), we are ready for the damn box office to open. This one guy comes up looking for 'blow' and he would have been like any other one we encountered during the night except his face is full of coagulated blood. So of course I had to take a closer look and to this day, I wish I hadn't. His eyelid was completely split to the point where even if he blinked, it wouldn't matter. The cut went in a straight line all the way into somewhere in his hairlines. You could see his skull! And yet the guy was sooo ing high, he didn't feel a thing!
I guess he could see the shock on our faces, cus he was like "oh, this! yeah, I stole my old lady's blow and she took a wrench and hit me on the head." Damn, dude! I can feel the love! So finally he realizes that all we have is our canned goods ( you got a five dollar discount if you brought canned goods for the Chicken Soup Brigade) and our $15 do he was not going to get anything out of us.
Now for me, that is enough excitement for one day/night. Seeing someone's skull with blood clots hanging out of it just isn't my cup of tea. Not to mention that I could have sworn I had not foot, as it was so cold overnight I couldn't feel it. I would have been just fine if we could have bought our tix and left.
But noooooooo! Not so easy!
There are only like 5,000 tix and three places in all of Seattle to buy them. This is a one-time only show so its a big deal. We get offered money from several peeps but we dont' give in. I tell them to off, my roommate Sophia was much more polite. This one guy sees her politeness and tries to take advantage of it. He puts his arm around her and that's when I take a better look at him. He is wearing a leisure suit, straight out of the 70s. For some reason, I hear "Just a Gigolo" in my head over and over. His chest is so hair that it is sticking out of his polyester shirt. Not from between the buttons or over the collar, mind you. No, the hair is so thick and coarse that it juts out THROUGH POLYESTER. He basically looks like he is wearing his hair for a shirt. For some reason, this makes me want to yak and I must get rid of him immediately. So I tell him to take his hands off my girlfriend and pull her away. He laughs and calls us s and finally gives up.
So we get our tickets and head back to the dorms. I figure this is the end of the weirdness...
But nooooooooo. Stephanie just HAS to stop for coffee at this little roach coach and so we are there waiting for her damned cappuccino when this homeless lady walks up to us pushing a shopping cart. She asks us for some drugs and of course we dont have any. So she asks us for money and we are like "lady all we have is 75 cents to go catch our bus." So she says "fine, give me that." WTF?! We aren't giving you our bus fare, do you know how far away our dorm is!? So she looks at us and is like "look, I am six months pregnant and I need a fix! Now give me your goddamned money!"
Sophia, as much as I love her, is not the most assertive person in teh world. So she always looks at me for advice. So she looks at me with this expression that reads "what do we do?" So I just tell the lady we are broke and that is all. She says "look you little rich (?) you just said you had 75 cents, give me your 75 cents! So I am about to just throw my ing quarters at her to shut her up when she starts cursing and looks like she has become possessed. Sophia says "melmart, what do we do?" (yes, she calls me melmart, it was my online iden y even in 94). So I am tired, groggy and quite honestly scared of this crazy lady so I look at her and say.. "run!"
So we proceed to run up a very steep hill (Seattle has almost as many hills as San Francisco). We ran. From a 6-months pregnant crack . Not our finest moment, I must say.
She finally gave up chasing us about halfways up the hill and kept cursing us for who knows how long. We finally get to our dorm and collapse. I woke up and swore it was all a dream... until Stephanie knocks on our door and asks if we want to keep the maple leaf blanket....
I warned you it was long. Entertained yet, Jekka?
I have the VHS version because I did not have a DVD player at the time it came out. But yes, it was taped and released and was an awesome ing show. The Moore is a great place for music, the accoustics were awesome. We were right on the cusp of the orchestra pit, but they were moshing and I don't have a death sentence so I stayed back. But I vividly remember this red-haired and beareded grungy looking kid we called 'ratface' for reasons I don't remember surfing a lot and I think you can see him in the video quite a bit.
If you missed that deal here's an online one. Not quite as good with a rebate hassle, etc., but nicely customizable -- the Turion upgrade for $60 is good.
http://www.shopping.hp.com/webapp/sh...=V3000Z_series
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