"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." T. S. Eliot
While I was slaving away at work, Lydia and Zoe took Ernie to play in our apartment complex's pool. Must be nice.
Everyone but me seems to really have had a great and memorable time.
Later we met up with Michael and Miriam for some WNBA Seattle Storm action. We got some more free tickets from the library. If there's one thing everyone should know about me, it's that I like free tickets from the library.
There were lots of big screens, lights, and people for Ernie to stare at so he was happy.
This is a crime against the old gods and the new.
There was a half-court shot contest. It did not go great.
Don't worry buddy. We'll be back just as soon as we get more free tickets.
Ernie's last set of grandparents came to town with Uncle Sam in tow. Adding in the fact that Aunt Zozo was already staying with us: there were a lot of new faces for Ernie to learn.
So I recently took my friend Michael along with me for some fun times with Tom Hanks. Being a real one, Michael turned around and gave me an awesome invite to sit in Symetra's Tunnel Club seating at today's Seattle Storm WNBA game. What a guy.
It was a tough situation because on one hand I wanted to make use of the fancy parking pass to park in the same lot that Amazon CEO Andy Jassy uses. On the other hand I wanted to drink my face off with complimentary wine, beer, and spirits. I chose face removal.
The Storm do a unique thing where they have children line the hall and high five the players when they come out of the locker room. Fun for them, hard to see for me. Oh well, I'll get over it. I especially love visiting the Tunnel Clubs as I used to work in them, groveling for rich people.
Megan Rapinoe and Sue Bird were in attendance.
The Storm quickly showed that they were here to be just obliterated by the Los Angeles Sparks. This was unfortunate but on the bright side it made our trips back to the club for refreshments feel like less of a betrayal. Like I imagine the team would prefer we not see all of what is happening to them on the court today.
Michael and I were minding our own business, drinking everything that wasn't nailed down back in the lounge and soaking it up with free food, when one of the staff came in, closed the door behind them, and told us we weren't allowed to leave. This lasted the whole damn 4th quarter and was very lame. Apparently some nut job tried to get onto the court or something. I don't know what that had to do with us, and I don't know why it took an entire quarter to arrest said person. It must not have been too big of a threat because they continued the game as if nothing was happening. More likely it was the Climate Pledge Arena staff being the clowns I am certain that they are. On the plus side, the Storm somehow turned it around and ended up winning the game. Hurray!
An even bigger win was coming home to see my boy and give him a bottle.
We had some Kid Cudi tickets for tonight but first needed to play a little Quest 2 to get ourselves in the correct futuristic headspace to enjoy his music.
I bought some fancy tunnel club suite tickets, where I used to work when I was a lowly usher at Climate Pledge Arena.
It was fun to show Lydia the dark corridors where I used to stare at the wall, guarding things nobody cared about.
She got to see the very exciting door to the Storm locker room.
We visited the Verizon Lounge.
She also got to see the very exciting door to the Kraken locker room. I gave myself a little tour back here during the grand opening of the arena.
Every tour needs plenty of rocks in order for the music to work correctly.
I've listened to "TGIF" so many times. I was happy that he played it but was unsure it would happen as I'm not sure it's one of his big famous songs.
I remember very early on that Lydia listened to Kid Cudi in her car and I thought that was cool. It may have even been a CD. This was the before-times.
One of the reasons I like rap is that much of it is so aspirational. It features a lot of stories about starting in disadvantaged situations and rising up and becoming successful. I remember listening to "Pursuit of Happiness" a ton when we live in Neosho, MO and I was driving around flipping textbooks for a job. I feel like it has a lot of meaning for me. Especially funny is the line: "If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets." This gives me fond memories of a gunfight breaking out in downtown St. Louis, and a bullet coming through the window next to me while I was watching tv, and blowing glass all over me and my apartment.
The Kid blew through some of his hits in a techo medley thing with I didn't really appreciate. I did think that the visuals were pretty cool. All in all it was a decent show but I don't think I'll be clamoring to see him again anytime soon.
