The Story Behind The Picture

Here's the picture.



Now, I'm curious what people think the story is behind the picture. Extra credit if you guess without clicking through.

For those that are stumped: I'll post the backstory soon.

Update: OK, here's the backstory. We were at Gay Bingo a few weeks ago. The March edition had a 70's theme to it, and folks had decked out their polyester best. Anyway, back in the January edition of Gay Bingo, Glamazonia (the host) mentioned that she had a MySpace page. Later on, I added her as a friend.

Now, fast forward to the March Gay Bingo. We're sitting at our table, which was located right off the main path between the front doors and the stage. I'm chowing down on a pork sandwich, in between bingo games. All of sudden, I hear Glamazonia over the PA: "Hey, I know you!".

At this point, I think, "Oh, she's talking to Steven." You see, Steven is a friend of ours that lives in Glamazonia's building, and they know each other. They must be chatting it up, I think. But then, I look up, and I see Glamazonia towering over me, pointing a finger at me, with a spotlight illuminating her and everything around me.

Gulp.

Glamazonia continues: "You're on my MySpace!" She comes over to my side and reaches out her hand to shake. "Let's make a MySpace connection!". Now, everyone at my table is cracking up, as I try to scarf down the bite of sandwich, raise a thumbs-up, and shake her hand all at the same time. Then, Glamazonia calls over the photographers to take a few pictures of our introduction.

So there's the story behind the picture. A 7' tall drag queen, 800+ people, and me.

We're Buying A House

As in tomorrow. As in we're signing the papers and handing over a big check for the down payment and closing costs and getting the keys on Friday and then putting up blinds and painting a few walls. As in moving in in about a week and a half. As in officially out of our apartment by the end of the month.

I guess it'll sink in by the time I sign the gajillionth piece of paper. I'm pretty it'll get to the point of legal absurdity where I'll sign something saying that I won't sue the paper or ink manufacturers for any distortion of the words on any of the other contracts I've signed. You know, just to be sure I don't sue.

I didn't blog about our house hunt primarily because we were busy doing the whole house buying process. But now that we're close to moved in and done with it, I'm consider posting what we did and what we experienced, if only to benefit some other first-time buyer out there.

Or wait, was I the last one to buy? :)

Pineapple Express

Yes, we're in the midst of a Pineapple Express this weekend, which is a Kindergarten way of saying "warmer and wetter than usual", weather-wise. Combine that with an earlier-than-normal daylight saving time this year, and most of Seattle is currently groggy and gray.

Strike Two For East Roy: Coco La Ti Da Shuttered

I think 809 E Roy Street is officially cursed, especially when a good restaurant moves into the place. First it was Fork. Now, Coco La Ti Da is closing its doors, just a few months after it opened (and when I wrote about the great time we had there).

One thing that doesn't make sense to me is McCown's quoted reason for parting ways:

McCown said balancing wholesale and retail operations proved to be too much. "I'm not the business side of it, I'm the creative side. I was getting farther and farther away from what I wanted to do."

I can understand being overwhelmed and having to do stuff you don't want to do. But, come on, Sue: you've been in the biz a while now. Wasn't the work required to keep wholesale and retail open foreseen? And, even if it wasn't, couldn't you have hired someone to help with the business end of things?

Every time we visited Coco, the place was packed. And the food & drink wasn't cheap, so I'm guessing revenue wasn't the reason Coco's shuttering.

I suppose it's more complicated than what Sue decided to share with the restaurant beat critic at the Seattle Times. Still, I'll lament the fact that there's now one less dessert place in the neighborhood.