Nutshell
Here’s the short version of my weekend:
FRIDAY NIGHT: dinner with Chris Nordstrom & Chris Twardzik (BHS alums) at Cafe Flora. Then that wacky movie with Andreas.

SATURDAY: wake up, decide on a whim to head to Vancouver, BC with Dre to visit Jolayne. During drive, realize that the car seems to be having compression issues: if the RPM gets below about 1.5, the car dies. This makes the stop-n-go hour wait at the border sheer hell, involving excessive amounts of three pedal driving, hitting the clutch with your left foot, the brake with your right toes, and then revving the gas with your right heel. Realize with Andreas that at 320,000 miles, the car may be nearing its end. Arrive in Vancouver, eat borsht with Jolayne, drink beer, watch many episodes of the British version of “Queer As Folk,” and sit in Jolayne’s hot tub.

SUNDAY: start drive home, stop in Bellingham for lunch with Susannah and her fiance Michael. Laugh over old cartoons that Suz and I drew in highschool to amuse ourselves. Get excited for their wedding in a few weeks. Drive back to Seattle. 20 minutes north of home, Andreas hits traffic, we watch car die. Pull over. I curse. Call tow truck. Wait an hour. Try car again. Find that it starts, and get a few miles down the freeway before it starts dieing again: no lights, no turn signals, no gas, no nothing. Pull off freeway in the Udistrict. Roll to a stop. Push car backwards a block to get it into a parking space. Call TW for a ride. Get home around 8pm exhausted. But at least we didn’t have to pay for a tow truck!