how low can you go?

I went to a holiday party where the hosts hired a magician, whose main trick was pulling cards out of his stinky shoes, and a drunk Santa who more than played the part. Who can resist a photo opportunity with such classy gentlemen. Certainly not me.

**Please note the fanned cards in the foreground...

rage against the machine

I think I have a problem with people who own range rovers in the city. on my way to work this morning, I saw a new sparkly black range rover drive AROUND a puddle. What is the point of owning such a vehicle if you can't even muster the sack to drive through a freakin' puddle??? Aren't they for safari tours? C'mon. Get rugged.

I can't believe how angry I was by this pansy action. I took the high road though and was very mature about the whole thing. I plowed right through the puddle (splashing a pedestrian...sorry) and road his monster ass all the way up capital hill.

good way to start the day. :)

a special visitor

My neicephew Ziggy came to visit. Here (s)he is in front of the city.

another good show

Band of Horses put on an amazing show last week. I was late to join the Band of Horses bandwagon; I have been living under a rock apparently. Anyone who plays the tambourine with a viking's hatchet is great in my book.

A great live show that poked fun of the encore ritual and the drag of playing "the hit song". The only downer was the girl with the bushy hair who insisted on being directly in front of me...no matter where I stood on the floor of the showbox. Your persistence is impressive lil lady. Long live rugby coaches, as they are big big fans of BOH I noticed.

By the off chance the members of BOH actually read this blog...I'd love to hang out with the keyboardist. He seems really fun. Oh...and that Tyler guy is pretty hot. I'd hang out with him too.

Many thanks to Amy for snagging tickets.

squatch attacks

You really haven't lived until you've seen an inflatable sasquatch attack a civilized crowd of white collar professionals. brilliant.

Before the rage: a calm, cool and collected squatch politely posing with guests.

During: must have been one too many Bellevue brats kicking, punching and screaming. He just snapped without warning, like those crazy people on that program on the Oxygen channel. He started plunging the pointy end of the skis into the soft, freshly massaged flesh of the suburbanites who made the trek into the big city to kick off ski season.

Utter chaos. I'm surprised we all made it out alive. Please don't mess with sasquatch.

and the winner is...

ME! For the second year in a row, I won the shoebox float parade. The competition was pretty stiff this year, shaking my confidence a bit, but I managed to pull through. 2007 floats include:

"Float" float by Jeremy
A highly conceptual float in which the shoebox was meant to float.

"Jason's midget story" by Scott
An amazing visual execution of an even more amazing story about a heroic rescue of a leather clad little person who's Camero got stuck in the mud after a night of clubbing.

"Two girls one cup" by Britt
A brilliantly executed still replica of a popular internet movie.

"Motor boat float" by me

A tasteless representation of a popular activity performed by fraternity boys and gay men.

"Winter" by Amy
An enchanting prelude to this year's ski season.

"My view" by Todd
A float depicting the Lake Union view from Todd's apartment complete with sea planes and foliage. Stunning.

"America under seige" by Mike
This was the most perishable float by far and included cultural American items floating in red, white and blue jello.

"Cookie Monster" by Diane (and maybe Jeff)
Unfortunately, this float was not pictured due to the photographer being over-served. An entire cookie monster was constructed on top of the box. An impressive first time entry.

A good showing by all except Jason and Brad, who redeemed their lack of float construction by Jason's trivial pursuit showing and Brad's badly dubbed Kung Fu movie impressions. Good stuff.

Thanksgiving Part 1

Being out of town didn't stop Britt from hosting her annual feast. She even gets to set her own Thanksgiving date, which is impressive and soooo yummy. We cooked*, gorged ourselves, then slumped like whales around the trivial pursuit board trying not to act uncomfortable.

Luckily, I was on a team with Jeremy and Jason so I didn't even have to speak and we (they) still crushed everyone else. Helps having really smart friends.

*well...some of them cooked and some of us drank wine