SILENCE!!!

WeatherMark on Game day

Funny, as I sit here about to watch the 700th rerun of Senfield, I find myself with absolutely nothing to say...

Me with nothing to say...

now there is a 1st, 2nd and 3rd....

nothing behind Door #3 today...

Enjoy,

DjD

SeaTown Kickin' It Live...

picking the jacket for a special dinner.

Midway airport madness - don't ask.

Vacations, they are a great thing...until they end.

I know what you are thinking...that's life, welcome to adulthood, real life can be a bitch, deal or no deal...

Well, I say poo on your hat tipping toward the reality in which we live. I love vacations, the scary part is that I by the time I get a vacation, I love them more than breathing.

Stupid?

Of course it is. But when you don't get a real vacation from work in 3 years, breathing becomes a luxury you can do without if it slows you down on the way to the airport...going anywhere.

This new years I, for the first time since college spent the new years in another city. The locals call it Sea-Town, that's what my girlfriend says...she is from Seattle. Although I am starting to doubt that since no one else in the entire city of Seattle says that's...and we did a lot of traveling.

Nevertheless, I had a great time in Seattle and eventhough this was the 3rd time I have been there; this was the first time we went clubbin' and touristin'.

Nightlife in Seattle is much like nightlife in Chicago...minus the shootin', stabbin' and gettin' run over...catholic nuns are fierce after thursday night bible bingo.

After lunchtime eats at RedHook restaurant--tasty!


Haning out with Maron and her friends is a lot of fun, just make sure if you are going to tell a joke or reminisce about old times, just be sure its damn funny or you will be subjected to the "whooing" .

What is "whoo"?! Well, I don't know the history behind it but trust me, you do not want a table full of women saying "whooo, whooo, whooo..." because what you thought just came out of your mouth was funny...it's painful to watch.





We kicked at a place called The Paragon...Apparently it was where all the middle-aged bald-headed Black men hung and as I have been told Seattle has a noticeably large interracial couple population so they were all waiting for the "brighter side" of life to show up...but that's just one man's opinion.

Lunchtime power snack

The another stop was the Space Needle...in short:
14 bones,
30 min. wait,
66 sec. elevator ride,
520 ft in the air,
the view: priceless...
the cheese factor of the last line: HIGH

Breakfast time Power snack

Rem Koolhaus's library in downtown Seattle was really cool...but as this is blog is about most things outside of my 9to5 just enjoy the pics:

Kicking it at Little Havana for one of Maron's friend's brother's birthday was like every other club we been to in Chicago...minus the 20 dollar cover. The people we were haning with made it fun.

Kicking at the after party was sketchy at first...not because of the name of the joint was Venom...not because it was full of Asians and I was the tallest person in the place...that wasn't being mean but in a packed club you shouldn't be able to see from end to end. No, it was sketchy because a half hour before closing the clean-up crew started picking up and demanding all the glass bottles....like that was going to help.

Outside there was a scuffle, two guys going at it right in front of the club...the security guards maced everybobdy...except the two guys fighting. Odd but true. I don't have any pictures mostly because I didn't want to get maced...plus I was laughing too hard to focus.

Fun times, Fun Times....



And now, Door #3:

All Things Chill

DJ Special*Dark, excellent chef (from the pictures of the food), consistent blogger/video blogger, Hella Chi-illa DJ now living in San Fran., great writer, tech-head gadget guru...pretty much a Filipino version of myself...only am way more attractive..

Enjoy,
DjD