a colorful weekend

Hi kids. I almost died. How was your weekend?

The past few days have been pretty eventful. I developed some horrific twenty-four hour virus Thursday upon waking and sincerely thought I would perish, even after extensive ingestion of gatorade and applesauce. Friday it turned out I was totally fine, but touched by seeing my whole life flash before me, I realized I wanted sunflower yellow hair at least once before the end of my days. So Saturday I dyed what little hair I have left. And then Sunday I spent most of the afternoon cleaning up voluminous cat vomit but smiling because I know it is actually what I want to do with my life. As a result, this morning I was offered the job at PAWS and I start this week.

I've been obsessed with this awesome VW bug for months now, but after my interview at Brenneke last week, I was informed that I don't actually need a car because the school provides massage tables for use while at the school. I was distraught trying to figure out how I was going to strap the table to my scooter for the daily commute. What a relief. So knowing the purchase of a Super Beetle is probably not in my near future, I spent a sizable chunk of the weekend restoring my venomous yellow scooter to a brilliant periwinkle blue. This resulted in an awesome farmer tan and some mysterious glitter on the asphalt at Wishville. I can never leave well enough alone. I wanted to paint the Uberskoot purple, but I could not find a proper purple paint anywhere. So instead, I opted for bright blue. Then during a post-paint trip to Fred Meyer to get a glossy coat, I found spray glitter paint and proceeded to cover the scooter and the majority of the vicinity with sparkles. I'm debating on what the final step will be -- whether I'm going with milions of tiny saltwater fish, or black and pink stars. Suggestions?

So to recap, Uberskoot: blue, neck: red, hair: yellow. Oh, and pockets: green. Yay, cats.

Supposedly it's been hot here. After my weekend in Boston, I remembered what hot actually is. Like, 95 degrees and 95 percent humidity. Seattle is usually 75 and 20 percent humidity in the summer. So it's been 80 degrees and the community is feeling it. And talking about it. Pretty much every conversation has to do with either the heat wave or World Cup soccer. The Boy has quite an elaborate weather site if you find yourself aching to know the temperature of Lake Union on any given day. I think he's the only person I've ever met who can make weather funny. Oh and last night he ate a 32 ounce sandwich that was four feet long so I just thought I'd pass that bit of trivia along. I have photographic evidence.

And the Mountain was out yesterday. We went up to Kerry Park so I could take some pictures. If you've ever seen a postcard of Seattle with the Space Needle and Mt. Rainier, it was probably taken from Kerry Park. In fact, there were about 250 people there last night taking the exact same photograph. Originality rules!!!!

We had dinner by the Waterfront with its charming combination of beauty, industry, and insane drunk people with Tourette's syndrome screaming obscenities. Two teenagers were making out in the sunset. I wish I was living in Seattle at 16. Though when I was 16, Kurt Cobain was still alive. So I guess it would have been cooler to have been 16 in Seattle in 1992. Except now I'd be even more jaded and "indierock is SO 1994" than I am now. Which would be unbearable.

I have to go find my camera so I can upload pics from yesterday. I'll be back shortly.