Speaking of betting, I've been oddsmaking at Starbucks for a couple weeks while our boss Chris was away in Italy and Vegas. I was put in charge of ordering all pastries. The markout goal is 7% (Seven percent of the pastries are leftover at closing time - we donate all pastries to Northwest Harvest). So you don't want to sell out of everything, but you don't want to order pastries people don't want. I dabbled in some new items and they went well. Suddenly, I'm obsessed with pastry sales, percentage per transaction, markout percentage, comparisons with last week's sales, etc. etc. I've got computer printouts with little numbers scribbled all over the place and I'm having flashbacks of my Dad and his oddsmaking and power ratings. So I now call my pastry paperwork my pastry power ratings. Anyhoo, Chris is home now and he has given me all pastry responsibilities and my obsession remains. We'll start carrying shortbread cookies this Wednesday, Diane.
* I went to Central Market, of course, and they played "Ball of Confusion" by Love and Rockets. I love that place.
Friday night Jon, Amy, Jon's Dad, Amy's parents, and I went to the Mariners vs. Cubs game. It was long. Earl (Jon's Dad) informed us that they may sell the house in Yakima and move to Olympia. They'll know more in July. I'd be happy to have them closer, and not worry about them traveling back and forth through the passes, but I'd also be sad to see their house go.
Saturday Jon took his second ARE exam (in structures) and it wasn't too fun for him. We'll know the results within a month.
There's more to report, I'm sure, but I should be working on three different web sites (none of which my own).
Queens performed with Dave Grohl (of Foo Fighters/Nirvana) on drums and Mark Lanegan (Screaming Trees) doing some singing. It was fabulous, but like I said, the heat was overwhelming. Plus most of the time I was there, I kept thinking "my fish are burning." I knew the tank was too hot when we left, and for some reason the tank seems to heat up even more on the night after a really hot day.
Sure enough, it was also at ninety degrees. (It shouldn't go over eighty.) As soon as we walked in the door, we hooked up the syphon and replaced about 25% of the tank water with cold water. We have such tough fish! Over three years now!
Tomorrow we see the last performance of Botch at the Showbox, and I hope the air conditioning is cranked.
Today I went through the torment of wrapping TWO gifts - one for Dad for Father's Day, the other for Anne, a Starbucks customer who invited me to her bridal shower and wedding (see a picture of her dog in my October journal). I can't figure out why I didn't inherit the gift-wrapping gene from the Snyder side of my family, but I tell ya, it really ain't there. I wrap some UGLY gift boxes.
Dad, Anne, I hope you appreciate the fact that I didn't throw your gifts in grocery bags bound in masking tape, because I've done that before.
Gotta wash the bleach outta my hair and go to sleep - long day tomorrow.
Yet another loss for our softball team......
Thursday night I saw Automaton play at the Liquid Lounge (a bar in the Experience Music Project). Friday I saw a killer rock band called Camarosmith - a Starbucks customer said her boyfriend was in a band that would play Friday night and I said I'd hang with her. It also turns out that she works at the Sam's Club where the guy mentioned above was arrested! It was a crazy day for them - the murderer was driving the semi with a delivery to Sam's Club when he was arrested!
Automaton played again at Stella's Pizza in Georgetown for their CD release party - I got there kinda late so I stayed late and met some nice people while chillin' on the patio. I think I have a crush on the whole band.
I leave for my trip to the mid-west Wednesday and return Sunday. Sean is staying here for this trip since he just started his new job. He's been spending hours in line at the INS to replace his green card which was stolen from his car last spring. Good times. And only $130 to replace.
I hope all of you have a great holiday weekend, and I hope the terrorist threats are a bunch of hooey.