Archive for October, 2007
When I was first asked to be a groomsman in Stacy’s wedding I marveled at how I would do “whatever it takes” to fulfill my duties. Of course, I was thinking about the actual act of dressing and my scenarios involved changing in front of Kipp… or in a portapotty. It may not be what I imagined, but last weekend I got to put my claim to the test.
While I was in Seattle, I received word that the dresses were in and that we needed to report to the dress shop for our fitting. And while I was in Canada, I started to do the math and I realized with the two week lead time on alterations, I needed to go ASAP. Unfortunately, I was working in Canada until Thursday and flying all day Friday. And so, my “Whatever it Takes” turned out to be manifested by a travel frenzy!
Leg #1 Thursday: Katie and I worked all day at the copper mine and then drove 5 hours to Seattle, arriving at 11 PM PCT.
Leg #2 Friday: Flew from Seattle to Chicago and then Chicago to Greensboro, North Carolina. Arrived at Greensboro at 9 PM EST.
Leg #3 Friday/Saturday: Drove 5 hours from Greensboro, North Carolina to my parents’ home in Occoquan, Virginia. Arrival Time: 3 AM EST!
Over 3400 miles later, I made my weary way to the dress shop, where another challenge awaited me. I was promptly asked to put on the shoes I would be wearing to the wedding.
“Huh?” I said and looked down at my work shoes that were still covered in white dust from the mine.
I had no wedding shoes with me. I didn’t think to pack any for Seattle. Rollerblades, yes. Wedding shoes, no.
Luckily, my bridesmaid, Jenn was there! She just so happens to sport the same shoe size as I (bet that doesn’t happen often between a groomsman and a bridesmaid) and she just so happened to have some shoes I could borrow for the fitting.
Jenn didn’t seem at all deterred that the moisture from my feet would now mingle with hers. Perhaps for Jenn, “Whatever It Takes” describes her wedding attitude as well. 🙂
My co-worker, Katie and I were working on-site at a copper mine located in Logan Lake, British Columbia. When Katie and I crossed the Canadian border, we were asked the purpose of our visit and our destination. We mentioned Logan Lake and the guard cracked a smile.
“There is a whole lot of nothing in Logan Lake,” he said.
Well, there may not be a whole lot of commerce in Logan Lake:
What does it mean when your Chamber of Commerce is smaller than your pick-up truck?
BUT, there is a WHOLE lot of beauty and then some! Katie and I had no problem entertaining ourselves with on a gorgeous nature trail around the lake. And our last day– it snowed! Anyway, some pictures from our stay in the small town:
Welcome to Logan Lake! I’m the little human in the blue shirt.
Despite the skepticism of Canadian Border Control and the workers at the mine (most felt we should have stayed in the city 50 minutes away), Katie and I found our stay in Logan Lake peaceful and fulfilling.
Circa 1999, I called out a particular inept Microsoft Support Technician and criticized his approach to troubleshooting a customer’s server. Basically, he sent the customer a new DLL to install and once that update paralized their machine THEN he decided to ask what OS version they were using. After our altercation, someone from Microsoft left me a stern voicemail and told me that they were “appalled” at my tone and that they would be contacting my manager. That call never came and as far as I know Microsoft and I are back on professional terms. If there is still bad blood between me and the corporate giant, at least they did not block me from rollerblading in their hometown!
Rollerblading State #19 was secured on the beautiful Sammamish River Trail in Redmond, Washington. The weekend rain stopped just in time for a morning skate before my travels took me to Canada.
It was one of the few skates where I had company (Delaware and Colorado are the other two)! A high-school classmate of mine, Alex, rode his trike and my brand new co-worker, Katie, walked on foot.
As if the surrounding scenery was not enough to look at, local artwork accompanies the trail. Most of it is very interesting. But, it’s safe to say Alex is not a fan of the “Bluebird” piece.
“It is the single stupidest thing I have ever seen.”
To put his statement in perspective– I went to high school with Alex. I can attest he’s seen some pretty stupid things in his day (some performed by ME). And yet, this item stands out.
What lucky state will get the honor to be my 20th? Signs point to either Mississippi or Indiana. Both loom as possible trips for November!
On Saturday, I got to do my first hike in the Pacific Northwest! And to make the experience official, we made the journey in the area’s famous rainy weather.
We went to Twin Falls which is about 30 minutes from Seattle. The hike was modest– a three mile round trip and a 500 foot elevation gain. The scenery was just gorgeous. I could be a bit biased– my favorite color is green and the hike provided a lot of it. I was particularly taken with all the moss and ferns coating the trees. Add that to beautiful waterfalls, mist and great company– the journey was enchanting.
And GeekHiker– I think I saw one of those nurse trees you spoke of!
First off, greetings from Bellevue, Washington! I’m on another trip. This explains why I didn’t enthusiatically report about the Gogol Bordello concert earlier– the very next day I was flying out to the great Pacific Northwest. Anyway, it is very simple to sum up the concert:
And a couple of little tidbits.
Gogol Bordello is Harder to Photograph Than Babies
Aaron Evans is a talented photographer. I already knew that and his Flickr photos provide plenty of proof. But now I have another reminder of Aaron’s photographing prowess. His Gogol Bordello pictures are far superior to mine. Even though I specifically staked out a railing to keep my camera steady, those dang musicians moved around so much, most of my shots were still blurry. Anyway, not since little baby Ali, have I had such trouble getting the shot I wanted.
That blur on the far left is supposed to be Eugene Hutz
Here is Eugene Hutz when he is actually still
For those of you not familiar with the band, two prominent instruments are the accordian and the violin. Everything about the band is energizing, but it was the violinist, Sergey Ryabtsev, who really commanded the crowd. With each song, the crowd was always in motion. And when the violin started– that’s when the frenzied jumping would begin. A Russian immigrant and his violin– not what you would expect to drive this demographic of concert-goers insane. Sergey’s power does come with a cost. That poor bow of his got more and more tattered with each song.
Gogol Bordello is Better Than Hawaii
My brother, Jay, works on a cruise ship in Hawaii. So he spends months at a time circulating the Hawaiin islands and he seems to take a lot of joy in taunting me via cell phone by sending along weather updates and pictures of beautiful mountains. Well finally, the tables are turned!!! I sent him a picture from the concert and my brother sent back a brief reply:
Ha, ha! Someone in Hawaii is jealous of *ME*.
Ass Cracks Welcome
I wore low-rider jeans that night. The times I went into the crowd my wardrobe choice was troublesome. With all the jumping and dancing and escalating energy, I often felt my pants starting to slide down. So in the vicinity of moshers, I had to allocate one of my key defense resources to reach back and yank my pants back into place.
“This is the last time I’m wearing these jeans to a concert,” I thought.
And then I noticed Eugene Hutz. His pants posed a similiar predictament and his butt crack was readily visible.
“Oh,” I realized, “It’s socially acceptable!”
And that was the last time I worried about that!
Hehe. This picture amuses me. I like Agenda Item #1. I also like how Item #1 takes more than twice as long as “Recap last two meetings”.
An autistic teenager who can’t communicate verbally got lost on a hike near Morgantown, WVA on Sunday. Rescuers are trying to find him by yelling enticing phrases like “We have ice cream” or “We have candy bars”
My friend Aaron caught the Gogol Bordello show in Baltimore. He has his pictures uploaded to his Flickr site.