Halloween 2008: Baby Hands, Needles, and Feathers

Mrs. Mia Wallace and a shedding flamingo.

Two Mias and one Vincent Vega.

"And I'm DUH-NEESE"

Duh-neese, Mia, and flamingo at the George to cap off the infamous evening.

Broken Promises

Opening night at the George and Dragon.

I promised I would never start a blog entry with "Sorry it's been so long since my last entry...", so I won't.

The truth is, in a city that is known for being one of the hardest places to make real true friends, my experience has been quite the opposite.

The girls have kept me busy with happy hours, weekend breakfasts, superfluous shopping trips, and weeknight slumber parties. And oh yah, the job has kept me pretty damn busy too. And frankly, after being glued to a computer all day at Microsoft, the last thing I want to do when I get home is even look at my laptop (unless of course it's Facebook related).

My weekdays follow the same rigid schedule. Get up for work at 6:30. Take the 15 to Downtown Seattle. Avoid making eye contact with crazies in the Ride Free zone on 1st Ave. Walk up to 4th Ave. Hop on the 545 Express to Redmond. Work work work. Repeat commute in reverse order. Although it sounds mundane, each day in the studio is unique and refreshing. I am certainly learning quite a bit here, and my co-workers are brilliant, diverse, and a really rad group of folks who make lunchtime stimulating.

I'll occasionally meet one of the girls (Kim, Susannah) downtown and hitch a ride home, albeit after a few cocktails at happy hour.

Weekends have been filled with lots of big city fun. The easy access to organic and locally grown food has scratched my itch to cook for people, and the sports package included in my cable has given me my Pats fix. I can't say I have anything to complain about.

And oh yah, Obama won. Which in turn, means we won. How could I ask for anything more?