Last night Risa, Carole, Joel and I went to the Global Bean in Silverdale. What a find. If you're looking for a unique cup of coffee (or tea) it's the place to be. They have a great euro-cafe atmosphere with live music 3-4 days a week. It was a nice change of pace to be home by 11pm on a Friday night. The rain put me right to sleep. But I had nightmares about coming to work this morning. These are the important details: I'm by myself in town (no Brian, no Julie, no Shana...I've been dreading being the only weekend staff again for weeks), there's a fire in the maintenance shop, and I have my first encounter with a PG ghost (I threw water in the air to make sure there were no ghosts in the hallway, and sure enough as the water fell it revealed the shape of one...holy cow.)

So here I am. It's pouring down rain. I've been here for an hour and I already look like a drowned rat. And the bride today is expected 80 guests over capacity, which means there will be people standing outside. It's going to be a rough day, I can already tell.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Mom!

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Follow Your Lead

New Specs

John got new glasses last week. And it would be against everything I stand for if I didn't post a picture of him wearing them.

What a lady killer.

ROCK!

I was exhausted when I got home from Van. on Thursday. I was running on no sleep for 3 days in a row. But Hanson was awesome.

Seattle was a better show. They kept giving us a hard time about being such a tame crowd. And it's true, Seattle crowds are notoriously hard to please. But both bands were on their game Monday night. Jess and I had front row balcony seats...perfect. The ladies next to us had to be in their 50s, and during the stage change pulled out their iphones and perused QVC :)

Tuesday, I spent the day with John. We went kayaking with the gang, made Pina Coladas & Tacos, and played (drunk) pictionary. So fun.

I was less enthusiastic about the Van show on the whole. I was playing big sister/chaperone all day. Driving. Walking. I got coffee three times on Wednesday because I hadn't gotten any sleep. But the show started at 9.15. Up until then, while I was holding my spot at the front of the stage, I had a chance to talk Gordon, a 40something gay Vancouver native. It was his first Hanson show, and he was giddy. And so impressed that I had come up from Seattle for my 8th show. Very cute. Both bands seemed a little off...(or distracted maybe?) at this show. They didn't look like they were having any fun. I was squished in the front with drunk teeny boppers practically standing on top of me to get crappy pictures on their cell phones. The best song of the night was during the encore, when I went to the back of the ball room and finally had room to dance. After midnight, we left the Commodore, hit up McDonalds, and made it back to the homeland by 1.30am. LONG DAY. We got home at 2.00pm the next day after a huge IHOP breakfast. Whoever invented Cinnamon Roll French Toast deserves a million dollars.

Where am I?

Today has been the most relaxing day at work...ever. The sun is out, and I took full advantage of that while I sat at my Sunday Market registration post this morning. Reading When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris (Nate let me borrow his signed copy, such a nice guy), writing the occasional receipt, and BSing with Brian about my family's podunk tendencies. I even got a little sunburnt. That says something considering the weather we've had...all summer. I managed to get a few minutes of office work in while I ate lunch. Port Gamble will soon have it's very own cookbook, which I completed some important word processing for. Brian and I went on our weekly field trip, this time to pick blackberries at Babcock Farm. He showed me a few wild raspberry bushes, and we picked several tiny apples from the trees that litter PG.

There's a fabulous wedding going on. But as soon as they're hitched (4.30) I'm out of here. And off to NewLife Kitsap. So looking forward to that!

Hanson, show 1/2, TOMORROW!

A few friends, old and new, celebrated with Miss Amy for her 25th Birthday last night. The New Westfield Southcenter with Angelene and Josh. Galliano's and CPK(-izzle?) with the gang. There was SO much food. But isn't that always the story? :)

More pictures here.

Even in broad daylight, ghost stories give me a bad case of the heebie jeebies. But my curiosity always gets the best of me.

My first week working the Port Gamble I made the mistake of looking through all the ghost files. Almost every building there has some record of "paranormal" activity. There are a few weeks of summer left, but as it gets cooler and darker my level of paranoia goes up.
http://www.evergreenparanormal.com/PortGamble.html

This is what I get for watching crappy daytime ghost stories on the Discovery Channel. But come on, I know you watched Unsolved Mysteries when you were a kid.