A Coma Of Some Kind

Last weekend was a crazy drunken (On both food and alcohol) haze. The perfect way to warm up for Vegas this weekend except for the plague I managed to catch Thursday night which I am predicting will be with me longer than it takes the Piston's to win their next championship.

Friday started off with a BBQ on top of my apartment that turned into more of a boil-a-que when we found that the grill the building provides ran out of propane sometime much earlier. After drinking an incredible 12 of the 36 beers we had among 15 people we headed down to catch Grindhouse.


It turned out to be a pretty amusing movie but the highlight of the night was Marques almost taking himself out on the banister in the theatre. His leg fell asleep and he realized this only after he tried using it to walk down the stairs three at a time.

We finished the night out at Shorty's in their very swanky new back room which impressed me with both comfort and at least one Tom Waits CD in the jukebox. The walk home was epic as usual with a rousing edition of the sign game.

Saturday we celebrated Shahaf's 30th birthday at another BBQ place which turned out to have all their shit in order. Ipanema Grill never seemed to run out of propane or if they did they still managed to make an incredible selection of delicious meat. Any place that feeds you meat even while you are in a coma (They teach the waiter to open your mouth and massage your throat) gets at least one comatose thumbs up from me.

Afterwards we headed to Zig Zag and started taking birthday shots in earnest. There was a slight miscommunication between Shahaf and myself which led to about 14 more shots of Crown than I expected so we had a lot of drinking to do. Eric and Marcelo came through like champs at our table by cleaning up most of the left overs. After some 86'ing and general rowdiness we decided to head back up the hill.


On the way there we came across the saddest dog ever. I am not sure why this dog was so sad but I am guessing it had to do with being a killer trained to enjoy its job and its keeper's callously locking it to the door handle instead of allowing it to fulfill its most basic urges through rampage.


Sunday was a magnificent Easter feast that lived up to that designation more than any other meal I have had the pleasure of having in anyone's home in Seattle. The companionship was exquisite matched only by the food and settings.


This is a shot of the kitchen that produced a portion of the wonderful food and how full it was. Teresa won the civility award for the evening by managing to kick everyone out of the kitchen in a most polite fashion.


As you can see it was an undertaking of significant proportion and went of without a noticeable hitch (Except for perhaps the poor design of boxed wine).


Overall a most enjoyable weekend.