Moar Blogz, indeed.

Well, it's 12:30am on March the 30th and I'm restless and need a short break from from Guitar Hero: Metallica and Warhammer 40k: Dawn of War II. Maybe I'll write a quick blurb about my thoughts on them a little later. Who doesn't want to know what I think about video games? For now a short scatter-shot ramble will have to suffice: I'm not in the proper mood to exalt my current electronic entertainment with the correct "Oh my goodness, doesn't that sound fun; let's go get it now!" verbiage.

For any of either of my listens who don't already know about it already, I'd like to take a moment to reccommend Pandora radio. (www.pandora.com) Just sign up and create a personalized radio station of your own design! Enter your favorite band or song and Pandora will propogate a whole radio station rocks/groove/bumps appropriately. Try it out!

What now, ah yes: Today is my first night I've taken off from "partying" since Thursday. On Friday night I went down to our local cowboy/kareoke bar with Kris. We sat and drank cheap beer and accused one another of being old and boring until we had drank enough to forget we were old and boring and started acting accordingly. A mutual friend happened to drop by with a few lady-friends in tow and before you knew it we found ourselves at Old Chicago playing pool poorly and enjoy kareoke performances to varying degrees. The next morning Kris complained that his legs were sore. I reminded him that his legs were probably as old and boring as the rest of him and how should probably get used to that.

On Saturday I met Tanya, Mr. Sipowicz, their respective crews downtown at Shanghai Tunnels. Located just across the street from my favorite bar in the Red Light district (off of Burnside for those playing at home courtey of Google Maps) Shanghai Tunnels is one of Portland's respectable dive bars. The main bar area is underground, constructed in one of Portland's actual shanghai tunnels (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai_tunnels for all the sordid speculation) the atmosphere is appropriately dark and the beer protected from the prying eyes of the respectable microbrews in the gloom in unabashedly imported and cheap. I had a nice time. I did post-birthday shots with Tanya and 'lost' my wallet, if by lost I mean was exactly where I thought it was in the first place despite insistant protests to the contrary. Those that owe me drinks know who you are. ;)

Last night I accompanied the girlfriend to a 'Topping Party'. I ate Pepperoni and Butterfinger pizza. Heartburn caused by chocolate, cheese, sliced meats, and Pabst Blue Ribbon feels, and more unfortunately, tastes exactly like you would imagine. I would not recommend it. We eventually ended up at the Grove again and found my good friend Kris proceeding with considerable drunk inertia towards what would eventually become a night he claims not to remember. Before he dove completely into his all consuming "Look at me!" drunk, Amanda sang an especially crowd-pleasing rendition of Blondie's "Call Me" in what has to be one of the sweetest wigs that bar has seen in a long time. (I have pictures somewhere. :D) But I digress: Kris then proceeded to make a huge, unapologetic ass out of himself for the next 2 hours. There's something delicious about watching your best friend interrupt a group of synchronized Cha-Cha'ers with his own oblivious hip-hop dancing. For several minutes. And no, I didn't try and stop him. It was hilarious. He later convinced a kareoke'er to help him sing one of his songs and then sang completely over the top of him, made crass and inappropriate comments to the unmodestly dressed, loudly, later slid out of his seat and was unable to right himself for several minutes, and for good measure stuffed a handful of napkins down my shirt for reasons unknown. Somehow the knowledge that he made an ass out of himself at his favorite bar was worth all the obnoxiousness. I gave him a ride home. And isn't that what friends are for?

I promised one of my co-workers that I would do my best to sit down and write a summary of the unique 'challenges' we face. I should probably do that next time. I'm sleepy and hardly have the energy to proofread this post, though I should. Look at all those superfluous adjectives! Maybe I'll just add a bunch of "-"s and pretend I have a masterful command of the hyphen.

An early Happy Birthday to my sister, Meredith! I'll have to buy you a belated birthday drink when I come down! /celebrate

I think that's about it!

Ah yes: I always have trouble deciding what to ramble on about. Have a topic you'd like me to blather on about? Let me know!

This has been Seth's Secrets: Volume II. Until next time.