Bec & G Do Seattle

Scene: Saturday night, downtown Seattle.

After I got off work at the gyro shop, I picked up Bec and we met Andrew and Amanda down at Pier 70 for the last hour of Hempfest. On the way in, Becca was looking into cars going 'yep, they're going to hempfest. Nope, they're wearing suits, they're NOT going to hempfest.' There was a totally good vibe from those attending, you can be sure. Their eyes were red and slitted, and most of them were smiling and listening to a lovely form of music I adore and will refer to as 'stonerific.' We didn't get to hear many bands, but we saw a lot of dirty hippies, to the adoration of my sister. The four of us spent most of that time looking for Andrew's lost Uncle John in the crowds. We never did find him, but we know he went off with a hooker named Latisha or Lafawnda. Yeah. We made that up.

So, after we got booted out of 'fest due to closing, we walked down the waterfront to Zaina, which is on Cherry & First. Amanda and Andrew had been walking a lot, in the sun, sweating, and both had chaffed their, ahem, parts, so walking along was slow, as they were both doing a kind of duck waddle type stroll. Hilarious. Next time you see Andrew, ask how is nuts are, or 'perineum' to be specific. Amanda might still be able to have children. We're not sure.

At Zaina we smoked hookah until we were all buzzed as crap, lauging about nothing and talking to strangers, all of us blowing around sweet smelling smoke. I freaking love that place. Arabic and R&B music, multiethnicities all co-mingling in one relaxed and comfortable location with hookahs. What could be better? Well, it would be better if we could smoke things other than shisha, but who's complaining? I love shisha. After we all agreed the hookah was smoked out, and we wanted to move on, we took a cab to Chop Suey, which was on 14th and Madison, to meet up with Andrew's friends from hempfest.

Chop Suey was freaking awesome. I'm gonna have to go back. Wisdom, Ras Attitude and another guy I can't remember his name rocked us a killer show. Rap/R&B with a regge quality to a latin/arabic-esque beats. Very cool. 'Manda and I shook our asses while Bec and Andrew just kind of chilled. She was kinda trippin' due to some special cookies from the 'fest, but I was just chillin', feelin' the music and having a good time shakin' my ass. Its just how I roll. Becca saw and almost-knife-fight happen when she was outside on the corner struttin' her stuff tryin' to pick up tricks... okay she was actually cooling off 'cause it was like a sweaty oven inside.

However, that was a slightly twisted highlight.

When we decided it was pass-out time we took a scary cab ride back to our cars over on 1st and Denny and split up and went home. However, Becca and I were almost made hood ornaments on a cop car who flipped his shit on and scared the crap out of us as we were crossing the street to our car. We later learned that he was in a hurry to get to a shooting, which we also managed to see.

There were bodies on the ground, at least a dozen cop cars (I swear to God!), three firetrucks, two ambulances and lots of people milling around. We pulled up just as they were putting the tape up, and got rerouted around the block. Ya know, I try hard not to discriminate, but there were a ton of black men there, all looking pretty fucking intimidating to Bec and I. So, we got rerouted again and had to drive by again, only to see blood and guns where the bodies had been. Yay for us.

Because we were rerouted, OR because it was almost 3:00 AM, we got a little, okay, LONG-ASS tour of parts of Seattle that we hadn't seen much of before. (For all you dumbasses who don't know what that means... we got lost.) It took us quite some time to find the freeway, as I'd make a decision which way to turn, then she'd tell me which way to turn, and then we were just driving around, exactly the way we'd come, giggling madly and listening to 103.7, the late night station for old hippies, stoners and clubbers like us. Eventually we made it to 520 and safely arrived home. We ate some leftover gyros (so freaking good cold when you're hungry!) and called it a night.

What can I say? We know how to have a good time, us Spiller girls. Thank you downtown Seattle for a lovely Saturday night.

Writin' it out

Yeah. So, I kind of had a kind of shitty week. Drama at the gyro stand (as usual!!!), Mom and Dad were out of town with the dogs, so I was alone with the house to myself. I had no schedule, really, and I do better with some structure to my days. Late nights, Becca (my little sis) was pretty verbose about her new boyfriend, and I haven't been able to talk to Mohamad in almost 2 weeks now... and drama at the office too. It just wasn't a good week, ya know?
But, its all good. Its Sunday night, I've got a glass of chocolate milk and a couple diet cookies, I'm starting to feel my medication kick in and make me stoned-feeling, and tomorrow is the beginning of a new week, so its all good.

As it turns out, the drama at the gyro stand isn't my concern. At the office either. I just stress that I can't do anything about it when I know I could if it were my place to do so, but it's not, in either case. The guys are content and tolerant with the situation at the gyro stand, and they only have to put up with it for a matter of weeks now... until Sept 13th at the latest. Issues at the office suck, but whatever, its really not my place to interfere or play referee, so fuck them with their problems. Why do they have to rope me into crap?

No one has been able to catch Mohamad for over a week, so he isn't really ignoring ME, like I thought, he's ignoring EVERYONE, or he's out of cell range or something. Who the fuck knows? But he isn't ignoring just me, so I feel better. Mmmm, chocolate milk.

Becca has been tearing my ear off about Omeed, talking off and on with him all day and night while I haven't been able to chat with Mohamad, and that's kind of a big downer, but its all good. Mohamad will come home soon, Sept 13th at the latest, so that's okay. I can deal with that. Its a matter of days, really. She won't get to see Omeed for over a month, and that sucks. I can deal though. If I can wait 8 weeks, I can wait another couple.

Exhaustion doesn't make things any easier either. I get low when I'm tired, and I've been burning the candle at both ends for the past couple days. But, tomorrow is a new week. Opportunities await. Patience is key, and I'm following my heart. Good attitude for tomorrow, eh? :) Oh, and we went to a kick ass show after Zaina and Hempfest last night. I'll write about that tomorrow.

Much love to my peeps. Especially one in Canadia. :)

No more Salah!

Hell fucking yeah! So this total asshole I've been forced to work with for the past 6 weeks got in a fight with the manager last night, and apparently isn't working for us anymore. I just found out. How freaking sweet is that?!? This man has been making my life kind of shitty for the past couple weeks, and I have to say, I'm glad to see him go, the dickhead.

Hell yeah. My day just got SO much better!

LATE ADDITION ON: 8/20/06

Yeah, so he still works at the stand. He and Luis, the nice Peruvian guy I hired, got in a fight, and Luis called the cops and a whole lot of shit went down, but fucking Salah is still here. No Luis, but I get stuck with Salah. Crap. I can't wait for Mohamad to get home and fire his ass. Bastard. I want to learn how to swear in Arabic just so I can bitch him out, the fucker.

Gee, do you think I like him?? Its awesome being me.