Times Is Times

P surprised me with a ticket to a Sunday afternoon Mariners game. How could I not? I don't not love baseball, and if you ever get bored at a game there's always tons of other stuff to do like, take photographs of the beer guy, network, or watch TV. It was hot, like 90 degrees, which seemed much hotter here in the Puge, since the barometer is always hovering around cold here. Was it a good game? Yes, it was. At one point the bases were loaded by the Anaheim Angels and the Mariners changed their pitcher and well, three runs were earned. Pretty spectacular. Not to mention Ichiro. They might as well rename the team the Seattle Ichiros. But, what do I know?

Beer guy

Network

TV

Later it was time for some good old pho.

fixins

Pho is to Seattle as burritos are to San Francisco. It's like, if you can't figure out what to eat, you're going to eat pho. It's a tasty little dish that I can't seem to tire of, that is satisfying everytime and is priced to move. While I like to put the rooster sauce in the soup, Hamlice has decreed that the broth's flavor is much better retained if you fill the ramekin half rooster, half plum and dip your beef or chicken in that. But, who's to judge? (Um. You. You are to judge.)

Even later than that, H and I decided to see "The Aristocrats." I'll say it was good, but tiresome. The joke isn't altogether funny, per se, and became less and less funny each time

yawn

Paul Reiser or Whoopie Goldberg explained the joke, it's premise, it's machinations. The always subtly hilarious Sarah Silverman was again funny. Also great were Gilbert Godfried and Taylor Negron. Poop, incest, blood, urine--it's all there, for the whole family. Good for a Sunday evening, when that inescapable dread feeling usually pops up, predictably.

All of these activities complemented the other days: Saturday and Friday night. Friday night's activities were a departure. Met a fellow fabulous countryman and bowled a turkey, among other things, and took samplings from each family of liquor (to much sad regret Saturday morning). Saturday night featured a health reprise and a trip to Ballard (rhymes with Mallard) to see the ever-great Head of Femur, who have a really cool new record. They put on an excellent show, and the exclusively all-ages Paradox matched their carefulness by providing their own excellent sound. I was pretty dang excited since they played my very favorite songs, "Acme: The Summit of a Mountain," as well as "Finally, I've Made it Nowhere." Good job HoFs!