Good Sunday

I wasn't expecting any kind of enjoyment or excitement today. Then I completed the story of a trip to Deadwood & the animal encounters along the way. I felt the need for caffeine & sugar, two items I rarely crave let alone actually ever ingest. I ran into Evil Cat at the bottom of the stairs. She said that a friend of hers was in town & they were meeting her and other friends in common at the cupcake Royal. Sugar & Caffeine. I enjoy the company of all those friends in common & the interesting subjects they discuss. The friend from out of town had a great story. She was going to do paint ball wars with some of her friends and her sister. She was shocked at the size of the guns, not being a gun person or having any past experience with guns. She went into the battlefield & basically hid the whole game, only popping up occasionally to shoot & watch her paint explode against the scenery. One time she came up, shot at random & then heard her sister exclaim "I'm hit". She had shot her own sister in the face with a paint ball. She felt horrible, in fact as she was telling the story I could see her slightly well up. She said she went out of the battle field only to find her sister sitting outside crying. She found out her sister had been crying even before she was shot in the face by the paint ball. Obviously battle did not agree with either of the sisters. It was genuinely touching to see the level of compassion & lack of aggressiveness in someone. However that lasted about a whole second before we all agreed that on the paint ball battlefield all people are targets & we would have had to take the shot too.

I reminded myself just how much I hate cupcakes or any type of sweets by eating a portion of one. It was disgusting. I had to toss the uneaten portions right away. I could not stand to look at them laying on the table.

We went to a realm more comfortable to me. Hazlewood's, the bar down the street in Ballard has an elixir much more enticing to me, Bourbon & Beer. Here we discussed our loose associations with organized crime syndicates of our past. It turns out that we are all non-criminals but have had close associations with many in the crime world. The horse racing & show horse industry is apparently fraught with criminal activities. and apparently so is the pesticide industry. One or two in the group had not had any close interactions in the crime world & it shocked them how close some of us had come.

We decided that food was in our immediate future & jumped over to Thaiku in Ballard. Here we all experienced many flavors new to us & not just new but good. We all took samplings of the others & shared ours. Even the drinks here are original with exotic African & Asian ingredients set to stimulate & slightly hallucinate. They limit you to one so you can't really get to those levels of hallucinations some would like to reach.

On the ride home there was debate on whether or not the girl bending over on the Supersuckers shirt Poverty was wearing showed snatch or not. I stayed out of this conversation because though I could not see it was showing snatch, I liked to believe it did. What a good Sunday this turned out to be.