“liste, friend,” he said, “this whole game is just one big deck of cards. if you want to get into the game you have to take whatever comes up in the shuffle.”

Awesomely out of context quote, sans the surprise orgy and gay sex, from a Bukowski collection I’ve been reading. So the weekend. Friday was bar hopping, which rocked since Tanya came down for, basically, the first time. I drank too much and thus ended up at Uncle Mo’s with Wendell. Which lead to climbing Mount Si with a hangover on Saturday. I saw Ian on the mountain. As used to knowing and seeing people everywhere as I am, it won’t ever sit well with me how small this town… county… state(?) is. We made it out alive and it was a pretty nice view although the crappy weather to the south that had pushed Ian and his friends out of Rainer made for a bad photo opportunity in that direction. But it was only a few hours before we were back home and I was sleeping off and on for the rest of the night.

Plans today kept threatening to fall through. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone in the morning. Finally Wendell called and he and Hannah came down for breakfast with Tori and I. The four of us biked (mostly) down to White Center and had some nice vegan ice cream at Full Tilt. We met Jeff, one of the owners, who was a nice enough chap. Since we still hadn’t heard from anyone we headed down the west side and road back along Alki. Matt made contact, and little from Cecila so we headed back to Georgetown and had a bit of a barbecue. It ended up only being six of us but it was nice weather and we had a nice time. The night was ended with a ride down to Gateway North Park where Louie had adorned some sort of goose feather in his cap and was preaching to the geese from a rock near the old pump house for the steam plant.

I ran across an interesting essay about privacy and John blogged about it recently so I sat down today and read it, despite so much else being on my plate right now. All I’ve got to say about right now is that we’re doomed. DOOMED.