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Wingman
Posted on the other blog five days ago.
This might be the more successful dating attempts Peter has had in the last year. It's a shame he lives in Coupville.
Yesterday
Peter and I went to Seattle for about twelve hours. He solicited the
trip on Thursday or Friday and I politely convinced him to drive me all
of the way from Bellingham to Seattle with him (he lives in Coupeville,
which is on Whidbey Island and Bellingham is definitely out of the way
from Seattle). We drove down to the Alderwood mall in Lynwood first
because he had to fix his iPod Touch that actually turned out to not be
broken at all. While we waited for his appointment we sprinted to the
guitar center and partook in some boring bullshit.
After our boing-scapad Peter and I headed over to Capitol Hill because he was going to talk to our old MB friend, Brian (who happens to be newly gay), because we were going to confirm our place to stay. Instead we couldn't get a hold of him and I elected that we head to a coffee joint to get coffee or something. I used the internet on Peter's iPod (damn handy) to see what was happening tonight and what I found was a Halloween dance party in Ballard hosted by Hollow Earth Radio. I also found out that there was a small music festival happening this weekend called Expo '86 and we caught the last leg of a spoken word set. It was pleasant and Peter heckled the speaker a bit but in a good way.
After the last set thing was done, I spoke with friend Spencer after noticing he was in the audience. We had grand conversation, most of which was spent discussing my upcoming SFO trip and what he had in mind to do. He suggested eating burritos in the Mission and taking a boat ride around Alkitraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. We made jokes and I also met Tennessee's mom (who is slightly taller than her daughter). I remember Spencer mentioning something about playing at Neumo's with the Cave Singers and Peter responded with "Oh, so your band must be really good to get to play at Neumo's!" to which spencer replied that it just means he knows people. Spencer's current band is Triumph of Lethargy which I mentioned to Peter after we bid our fair-wells and I also mentioned that Spencer was in the Murder City Devils. I had to mention this to Peter about three times in conversation until he realized. See, I asked him if he had heard of MCD and all Peter could come up with was that he remembered them being on some documentary mentioning Modest Mouse. After Peter realized that Spencer was part of the MCD he flipped a boat after pooping in it. I pretty much love doing that to Peter.
Following our departure from the last leg of Saturday's Expo '86, we headed over to Ballard in search for the HER dance party. We found it after some wandering only to find out that it was about twenty yards from where we parked the car. At this point Peter wasn't agreeing with the night at all since there wasn't much happening and he didn't really dig the dance party. I spoke with some people there that I know, and it became one of those things where I said hi to everyone and then kind of left. I did speak with a fellow about music video hosting in the form of a partnership with that Off Tempo thing I'm gearing up. He was fairly tipsy as well and it wasn't much to discuss but it's definitely an option of partnering with that fellow if I felt like it. I don't feel like doing that so much. Peter told me that he was going to wait in the car and I soon followed after telling everyone goodbye.
About fifteen minutes later I had convinced Peter to pull over to the side of the road so I could convince him to not become discouraged and drive home. See, we initially came to Seattle because he had a date he was going to go on but the girl wasn't really consistently responding to his text messages and she also was busy with her friend birthday party. Peter didn't think anything was going to happen and that the night wouldn't turn out grand but I told him to stop being a bastard and that usually when I have the same frame of mind, and I force myself to... Do whatever I'm not too optimistic about, it has about a 75% turnout rate. I had to convince him to give it a try and soon we were in Linda's bar on Pine St.
We get there, Peter looks for Allison (that's the girl) and I scope out the bar. It has a pretty big interior with a medium friendly setting mostly composed of wood and a pool table with a missing cue ball. The outside was a very mellow setting with drinking benches, an outside bar, and some nice propane lamps. There was also a back area for smokers to... Smoke.
I complete my round of scoping and I'm getting close to the bar on the interior so I can acquire some water and I run into Issac Evelrum. Of all people, I run into Issac. We had some short and pleasant conversation but nothing to in depth since he was looking to score some hooch and I was looking to score some H2O. Also it was quite crowded and shoving isn't necessarily grand for conversation nor starting one.
I stayed with Peter and humored his girls friends, who were decent folk but not my type. I ended up spending the next four hours with them after we left the bar and headed to Allison's place. The bar kicked us out and Allison couldn't use the restroom there nor any from the surrounding establishments so she decided to pee next to a car on between Pine and Pike on 8th ave. No one fussed and she seemed drunk enough to not really care. We started to head over to Allison's place; during this journey Allison and Peter were holding hands and all of that jazz. Peter was doing well but I, on the other hand, was kind of just hanging around. I kind of asked for it though. I already called some people I knew to see if they were wanting to hang around but their phones didn't function well enough and Tennessee was watching a film with her friend. I just hung out and made mental future plans.
Somehow I ended up wearing a dress at some point during the night. Nothing too noteworthy happened within the four hour block and we left at about 4:00 to head back up to Bellingham. I drove since Peter was only slightly intoxicated and I have been itching to drive a stick since I drove his pickup months ago prior to him wrecking it (he hit a Jaguar).
I received a big thanks from Peter for talking him up but he was upset that there wasn't really much for me that happened. I told him "don't worry about it" since that is what I'm used to doing.
