So it's official - we made a new tradition. Rum balls and bourbon balls for every New Year celebration.
Minutes before heading to the sun dial hill at Gasworks Park, we did our countdown at Emily & Josh's (the neighbors must've though our clock was wrong because we did a countdown and cheer at twenty-till midnight). Once that was out of the way, we packed flasks and such for the walk, and Emily packed the booze balls in a giant baggie. (If you wanted one, she would hand you one. She was the sole possessor of the booze ball baggie). We got to the top of the hill just in time for the fireworks at the Space Needle. It was a very Seattle moment.
So far this month I've done, well.... not much. I'm still at Starbucks Monday through Friday at 4:15 a.m. and I'm working at Johnston Architects three afternoons a week now as well. I went to Botch at the Graceland, Hot Hot Heat at the ISpy (they didn't show up); missed Juno (John Richards Morning Show special) and missed the Pinehurst Kids. I took down the Christmas tree sometime around the tenth of this month. I need a haircut. I've made a few batches of cookies. The garage is trashed. I read Fast Food Nation and started my second ASL (Sign Language) class on Monday nights. I attended an architecture seminar on the new Seattle Stadium that was fascinating.
It's just one of those months where I patiently wait for the next month. The biggest thing going on that I know of is our Tofu Party among 6rms for Martin Luther King Jr Day. All tofu foods. Ugh. It was a novel idea at the time that will be, um, interesting to play out.
Mom will be visiting next month and I will have a bunch of things for us to do.
So the tofu party was quite a success! I have to admit, I thought it may be pretty gross, but the food was a great mixture of a few appetizers, about eight entrees, and dessert (soy ice cream and Jon's tofu cake). Soo made our food for us (we cheated). She made shrimp tofu and beef tofu - both were hits (although Fernanda had a hot pepper that almost took her down for the night). So far every sentence I've typed has included parentheses (including this one).
We saw 764-HERO at Graceland last Friday night and Dudley Manlove Quartet last Saturday for Julie's birthday. Dudley Manlove Quartet is a cover band doing songs by Captain & Tennile and Barry Manilow, etc. Yes, it was painful, and no, it didn't help that it took place at a sports bar in West Seattle, but overall I went home with some songs that I wanted to download that I had forgotten about ("Coming Up" by Paul McCartney & Wings, "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart, and "Evil Woman" by ELO). It was also a great anthropological study of the White People Dance, which invariably requires simply holding a beer and stepping back and forth. If it takes place at a sports bar, it also includes the proper dress of a tiny, short t-shirt and tight black or white jeans.
Besides these studies, I am working and sleeping and reading. I read a really funny book called Eating the Cheshire Cat which was very similar to the movie Drop Dead Gorgeous. It was a good, trashy read.
I wish I had more to tell you, but it's been a weird month. Hopefully I'll have more entries and pictures next month.
Happy Birthday Dad Dayment!