Musings of a Madman

HM! When you live on your own, I didn't realize just how much time to think. It's quite refreshing thus far. My mind is quieter therefore able to make more observations to draw conclusions. For example, you ask?

First and foremost, I am compelled to give a monster shout out to my friend, Bro [Cheyanna Flower] It was her suggestion to review Fairwood Landing Apartments. This was honestly not on my radar! Sure enough it worked out though. It's relatively quiet, like my mind. I have a noisy upstairs neighbor from my ground level crib. I suspect he's a bachelor too, that has a heavy step. Otherwise, the view of the guest parking lot to the green belt and retention pond is strangely nice.

'cept for this crazed rooster that coos at incorrect times of day. WTF?

Regardless, I'm adjusting to my new area. Not gonna lie, I'm liking it. Renton drivers are very interesting in stark comparison to Issaquah drivers.

For example? Lack of Priuses and large SUVs driven by trophy wives and soccer moms. More like hoopties, pick-up trucks and vans. The driving style is different too. More often than not, I'm being run over. If I'm traveling fast, it's just not fast enough for the tailgater. I can actually appreciate this dynamic.

Really?

Yes, really! Reminds of Los Angeles, and most of Cali. Hey at least they are driving with a purpose, and can make decisions. Instead of the lil' old man driving Miss Daisy, or the soccer mom out for a Sunday drive like in Issaquah.

As I said, just different. Still can't drive for $H!T, that goes DOUBLE for parking up in here. SHEESH.

I thought I had more to rant about but... I am finishing a 10 year old red wine (Carpenter Creek 2004 Meritage) that is absolutely kicking my ass!

Peace out, cub scouts,
'los

Comments

Let's Dance

The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper

Manic Monday, Terrible Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Throwback Thursday, and Finally Friday

What a roller coaster week I have had! To start off the week was a manic Monday. After work on Monday , I did a WinCo run with WCP. Always entertaining. Tuesday was terrible. Started off by being tardy for work, so I treated myself to Tully's before posting up. And... in my experience, when you start off a day like that, any attempt to speed up or make up that half-step, half-tick, never happens. For inexplicable reason, you are now out-of-step with the Universe, and like fucking hell you're gonna make it back up. Never. Fails. I was late to meetings, I was late to a gym class I'm regularly early for, and the list goes on. In fact, I decided on that day instead of seeking out my dream girl of a svelte body, superior intelligence, endless energy, and with a litany of characteristics to make any fairy godmother proud I made the wide-sweeping declaration that I wanted this instead. A 2-ton, yoga pants wearing, 45 year old, bitter, divorcee that is one more named cat f

Cinematic Carlos - Seattle International Film Festival 2014

Last night started the 2nd year of my annual tradition (?) of screening several movies during the Seattle International Film Festival. I've known about for years, even a short stint in managing travel during the 2001 SIFF (that's even a longer story!) However, I had zero to little interest in it. I had no good reason either way. Last year, my dear friend, Cindy, invited me to be her movie buddy for SIFF. I accepted because I had no honestly good reason to refuse. We ran around the city tracking down movies that we wanted to watch, others were forgettable but that's the point! Some of these films will hit the mainstream. Most do not. Through the movies, misadventures, and mischief, we had a blast. So, it goes without saying, she invited me to repeat the feat. It continues to teach me: Despite how 'busy' you are - slow down and cherish the time with friends, family, and loved ones That as you grow older - invites should bear more weight than when you were y

C Note(s)

Search This Blog