Tossed back one too many last night, I think. Nate & I watched Wonder Boys — he had never seen it, and I love that movie (“Vernon, go home to your mother!” “Why is he calling you Vernon?”). And we started to watch Old School but we got distracted by I Love the 80s Strikes Back on VH-1. It was 1982 — the recap of Wrath of Khan alone is worth the entire episode.

Oh yeah, and I invented a new cocktail last night:
* 1/3 Orange Stoli
* 1/3 Orange Bacardi
* 1/3 Orange Juice
* Splash of sweet & sour just for taste

It’s surprisingly delicious — the orange flavoring in the liquor really makes it taste like there’s almost no booze in it at all. Which is, naturally, what will get you in trouble. I made Nate barf — I swear it was not my intention, but I do feel a little bit special about it since he’s never gotten tanked to the point of yacking before. We kissed a little right before that. I’m hoping that’s not what induced the vomiting.

So sometime around 3 a.m., I left Nate on his bathroom floor — I felt pretty guilty about that, but I brought him a bowl and asked him to go lie down in his bed, and he wouldn’t. And you can’t really argue with a guy who’s a foot taller than you. So I started to leave, but his cat Spike made it out the front door ahead of me, and he’s supposed to be an indoor kitty, so I spent several minutes chasing him through the parking lot before I was able to retrieve him, toss him back inside Nate’s apartment, and leave. I walked the 1/2 mile back to my place, and I realized that even though I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in the Seattle area, my street is very dark at night and a little creepy. Then I finally make it to my apartment, and there’s a downhill slope right as you enter the parking lot, which would be where I slipped & fell. Skinned my knee (it’s also swollen & bruised at this point), and tore a hole in my jeans in the process. I repeated lots of bad words over & over as kind of a mantra while I hobbled to my front door. I’m actually more pissed about the jeans than the skinned knee. They were really comfy, dammit.

Anyway, I’m off to get something disgustingly greasy for brunch.

Friday night was fun. I met up with Scott & the guys at Shorty’s, which is a vaguely sketchy bar with the most disgusting Trainspotting-esque ladies room I’ve ever witnessed. (No seat, just a bowl. And it won’t flush. Lovely.) So we quickly left there (for which I was extremely grateful) and headed over to Kell’s, which seems to have become my favorite Irish bar in Seattle. After that we ended up at a gay dance club on First called Sonja’s or something like that, which was pretty cool. And kind of amusing to notice how all the guys seemed a little more tense in that environment. I guess it’s just ingrained in the heterosexual-male nature.

Anyway, Scott & I checked out apartments on Saturday, but didn’t find much that I was just absolutely head-over-heels for. I think the problem is that I am just not willing to live in a place without a washer & dryer. I’ve done the laundromat thing — or worse, the shared laundry facilities where you feel safe enough to leave your stuff alone and then your neighbors move it out of the washer so they can put their stuff in, and then you have to live with the knowledge that your neighbors have handled your underthings. And I’m just not willing to go through that again. Call me a spoiled brat if you must. But most of the places I saw on Saturday didn’t even have a dishwasher, which I think of as a pretty basic home appliance, and I am totaly unprepared to deal with that.

In any case, I have decided that if I move to Seattle, I either want to live in Queen Anne or Eastlake or something in that general area. I like the idea that I could have ample sources of entertainment (bars, restaurants, etc.) within walking distance. So today, I thought I’d check out the Sunday listings just to see if there was anything new, and there was, so I went back to check them out. (I’m starting to think of this as a fantasy that I like indulging. I haven’t actually committed to anything yet.) I found 4 places that I really, really like — and 2 of them I may actually be able to afford. One is in Queen Anne (and it has the required amenities), and the other is in the University District, on a street that’s only about 3 blocks from Dante’s, the bar with the cool devil matchbooks and the evil knock-you-on-your-butt shots. I don’t know if that type of thing should dictate where I live, unless I have aspirations of becoming an alcoholic (which I don’t), but it’s a cool idea. That one is not actually an apartment, it’s the upstairs of a house that’s basically been converted into a duplex-type setup.

So that’s about it for my weekend. Watched a couple of movies last night, “Bend It Like Beckham” and “The Hours”. I guess I had a chick flick moment at the video store, but I really liked both of them. Although I have to say, I don’t know why Nicole Kidman won the best actress Oscar for “The Hours”, because I honestly thought her character was the most boring of the 3 female leads. I thought both Meryl Streep & Julianne Moore were better. But hey, that’s just me.

Hope everyone had a good weekend.