2003 in two words: Loved. Lost.
Christmas consisted of the traditional packages and lunch with my family
and then dinner and the Jon Carroll quiz with Aimee's family. Aimee gave
me a package of origami paper and I folded cranes until it was all gone.
Then Brent and I went home and watched My So-Called Life until we
passed out. Even more MSCL was had Saturday night when Carol and
Dan came over to hang out. It was a good weekend for it.
Friday afternoon Brent and I went sipping and shopping at the Takara sake
factory before heading over to the city to solidify Brent's love of
Then over to the
watch Charlie Chaplin get wired on "nose powder" and accidentally lead a
communist march and skate around blindfolded in the sheer brilliance that
is Modern Times. Then over to Bottom of the Hill for beers and to
discover we completely lacked the endurance necessary to make it to the
played the Makeout Room last night, so of course I was there early
enough to cry along to "Big Gust" when they ran through it for their sound
check. Dan and Sheila dedicated the gleefully bitter "One + Only" to me
during their set, and I appreciated it muchly.
My So-Called Life