Family reunion

My dad and all of his siblings are going to be in Seattle next month; my one uncle just moved back, and the other three are paying a visit. My aunt and uncles all went to UW, so Seattle is a natural meeting place. I'm thinking about making a short documentary of the get together, as the oldest of the bunch is 69 and it may be one of the last times they are all in the same place. Knowing my family, it probably (definitely) won't be a very interesting movie, but at least they are all very tall.

I'm on a boat!

I went into my internship today and S. asked me if I wanted to go out on the boat today; she and B. own a 36-ft. sailboat. Oh heck yes! So, after work, the whole gang all went to the Marina and went sailing on Elliott bay with beer, snacks and good times. Pretty freakin' sweet. Kinda reminded me of a certain SNL short:

12:34:56 7/8/09

I'm a dork.

New Neighbors

I've never had much desire to own my own house. Sure, it would be nice to have a garden or be able to customize my kitchen, but mostly I've been content to be a member of the landless proletariat, mainly because I'm lazy and have other things I want to deal with besides maintenance. However, upon being woken up at 2:30 AM (on a Sunday night/Monday morning) to our new downstairs neighbors' thumping bass beats made me reconsider. After a half hour of enduring the noise, I went out into the hall to investigate. The original plan was to just see where the noise was coming from and then alert the manager in the morning, but I decided to be bold and just knock on the door. A young gentleman with his shirt unbuttoned half-way to his navel, highball glass in hand, answered the door.

Me: I'm your upstairs neighbor and your music is keeping us up. Do you think you could turn it down? It's 3 in the morning.
Young Gentleman: Sure, I mean we already turned it down once, but I can turn it down again. I heard a lot of noise up there so I just figured we had loud neighbors. Must have been someone else.
Me: Yeah, must have been someone else. We're in bed. Please just turn it down.

Of course, he didn't turn it down, so we listened to his techno bass beats for another 15 minutes or so, which at 3:00 in the morning seems like an eternity. David is going to call the manager today, and if it continues I have no qualms about filing a noise ordinance against the little shit.