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Monday, May 30, 2005

 
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how i spent my memorial day
a bulleted essay by gretchin lair

* add more animals to the neighborhood menagerie: on our way to feed carrots to the ponies, we discovered two adorable feral kittens hiding under a car. one of them just could not coordinate its back legs, but compensated by attacking everything in sight, including the curb.

* sitting at the bench near the sheep, sven had his arm around me. an older man biked by, waggled his finger and said, "cut that out." what -is- it w/ this neighborhood? we're not even being obviously affectionate.

* i have fond memories of the penny arcade in manitou opening on memorial day, and so sven & i went to the avalon nickel arcade this afternoon. i sent out invites to people but my email provider has had issues today and so it looks like not everyone got them -- my apologies if you didn't; it certainly wasn't intentionall. jalex & mari showed up, though, and now i've played so much air hockey my arm hurts. i also accumulated enough ski ball tickets to get a tiny lock decorated w/ moons & stars. and i flapped my hands wildly in an attempt to play dance dance 2nd remix, a game i truly did not understand. i've never felt so clueless about a game before.

* mari pointed us to a good art show at stumptown on belmont: funky alien sculpey figures sven adored.

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