Rape free for [two] hour[s]!
Nov. 19th, 2009
04:22 pm - I never could get the hang of Thursdays
Thursday, we live in the whitest, richest part of Los Angeles. Tuesday, we slept in a van outside of an auto repair store in the desert. Monday, we escaped a frigid paradise, blanketed by sparkling snow and stagnancy.
The last five weeks clash with each other, come together in brief dances of memory, separate into bubbles of time and life. Have we been on the road a year? A lifetime? We have no idea, after waking up each day in a new place, drinking the same instant coffee with the same instant companions, and trying to interact with the outside world in an orderly fashion while our own world is as far from order as anyone could imagine.
Adaptability is one of my favorite human traits. It's why I love traveling, adventuring, visiting, moving - anything that gives me the opportunity to create a new home for myself in the universe. If we go to enough new places, live enough new lives, we will exist in an infinite home, full of friends we chose and relatives we didn't (but whom we love anyway).
After twenty years of learning to play music, I'm getting a total kick out of being a minstrel. We show up with instruments and voices, play for people who give us food and floors, and everyone comes out ing it was a fair trade. I've never enjoyed taking money for music, but it's been getting easier these days; particularly when it means a non-canned dinner! We've been so well-received in so many places that we can't help but gain a bit of confidence. Don't worry, though, we're still very humble and indie. We just haven't given up on music yet.
Jen and I do look forward to our return, overly much! Gene, housemates, friends, cats, kitchen, family, Seattle, Seattle, Seattle. One week. I will update on more specific aspects of tour eventually, but right now I need to battle this migraine in peace. Love to all of you.
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thoughtfulMar. 24th, 2009
10:25 pm - I don't want to date you, I just love filling out forms.
( A study of sentience and empathy in static postmodern work environments during an economic recession )
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hotFeb. 19th, 2009
Feb. 8th, 2009
02:28 am - This is the biggest whorehouse in San Jose.
( This is a Spanish keyboard mapped to an English keyboard so this post was almost in all caps because my brain doesn't have the capacity to map it back because we're pretty pickled by now and you can tell because this lj cut text title is a long annoying run-on sentence (which is a band that Joel recommends as well, run-on sentence, check them out and tell me if they're good) )
tl;dr:
There once were two girls from Seattle
Who went on a trip to see cattle
One red as a beet
One brilliant and neat
And both should be given the paddle
Also, it was very late when I wrote this. I miss Seattle and I almost wish I hadn't taken a trip but damn, not quite.
Jan. 30th, 2009
08:08 pm - Homer, lighten up! You're making Happy Hour bitterly ironic.
Our friend Gabe in Pelican was already getting the shakes from detoxing when he was sober. Once, he threw up blood after a night of binge drinking, which freaked him out enough that he stayed sober for a week. He's about our age.
Remembering him makes me feel better when I wake up feeling weak, sensitive, and guilty for having been drinking the previous night. Then it makes me feel bad for using a friend's unfortunate state to make myself feel better.
It's been a stressful month for me, and the fact that I even call it "stressful" out loud is quite telling. I'm so excited to recharge and not be in limbo anymore.
( Shamelessly Seattle )
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cheerful12:17 pm - Excerpts from my Tour Journal, November 2008
( San Francisco )
Coming soon:The birth of my solo project, "Paisley Praise Van: It's better than HPV"
contravelledJan. 29th, 2009
02:37 pm - So I'm supposed to go to a "sexy inauguration hot dog party".
And I need something to wear. We're supposed to be dressed as sexy political figures, so this is my version of a sexy Sheikh Hasina (the Prime Minister of Bangladesh). 
Seeing as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
habituallydaft and I are leaving on Sunday for Costa Rica for a month, I'm trying not to spend too much money. Consider this a "floor costume"; not that anything is strange about the whole "floor outfit" genre for me...
Any suggestions?
Also, as long as I'm here...
0) Welcome to the first picture I've ever posted in this journal.
1) Despite my schedule of leaving the state for weeks to months at a time, I've found a lovely woman who still wants to give me money to work for her. It's pretty cool. I've been helping with her dissertation, so I can feed my academic fever without actually committing to going to any dumb class.
2) We are NONE OF US going to Alaska this summer. We are ALL OF US very excited to be in Seattle for an extended period of time.
3) The band finally has a drummer.
4) Boy Kitty and Girl Kitty are happy and healthy.
5) Bless you all - I foresee happy years for everyone. :)
excitedNov. 7th, 2008
11:44 am - Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall
Today we're leaving on tour! Mike, Micah, Gene, and I will be playing from Olympia to LA. When we get back in two weeks, our homecoming show will be Saturday, November 22nd, at Trabant. Wheee!
Nov. 3rd, 2008
01:27 pm - A day in the life of a bum musician
Things I plan to accomplish today:
-Transcribe bass parts to Mike's music for Gene to practice tonight.
-Go to the bank, then pick up a cheap sleeping pad for the tour from a nice craigslister.
-Practice.
-Confirm shows.
-Send messages to people about our Portland show.
-Run around a bit.
Things I have accomplished already:
9:00 am - 10:30 am
-Finished a witchy vampire book recommended by ariata and grimlakh.
-Used all the restraint I could muster not to immediately start the next book in the series.
-Had leftover turkey chili for breakfast, with a side of water.
10:30 am - 12:00 pm
-Scrolled through ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
foto_decadent, as well as random other photography communities and facebook.
-Drank water, wished for applesauce.
-Decided to go to massage school after this next summer in Pelican.
-Felt very proud of myself for planning a plan! Rewarded myself with some time off for good behavior.
-Dinked around on the internet some more; felt proud of my family.
12:00 pm - 1:30 pm
-Walked three blocks, bought a latte (soy, three shots, twelve ounces), walked home.
-Tried to find an online reference to our Northgate neighborhood watch meeting, but instead found a 'Seattle neighborhoods' blog. Now I can add "Go to Wallingford today for Trophy Cupcakes" to my "Things I plan to accomplish today" list. Also, Olive You in Greenwood sounded fantastic.
-Drooled over descriptions and pictures of aforementioned cupcakes.
-Marveled at my suggestibility.
-Realized it was deathly silent and had been for hours, so found a dance station to stream.
-Considered starting transposing.
-Decided to post in LJ instead.
-Drank more of my latte.
-Greeted Jen! She was out applying for jobs and not being a drain on society. Gave myself some time off for her good behavior.
1:45 pm
-Realized that with the structure I've imposed on this post, I could just keep typing indefinitely. Decided my time would be better spent doing something else.
-Giggled at the idea of a "bum musician". Reminded myself of that time I was in my voice lesson and my voice teacher told me not to look at the keyboard, so I stared at a crack in the wall instead, and then couldn't keep a straight face while singing because I was "staring at a crack". He was only slightly less amused than me when I explained it to him.
Sep. 24th, 2008
01:45 pm - The drilldo's cute and all, but could we get back to tentacle rape?
Steam is rising from the boardwalk as we experience our first sunny day in weeks! The placid inlet water beckons, the mountains are green and purple and orange with life, the bald eagles are playing hide the sausage with the sea otters, and my non-broken earbud is blasting "Frontier Psychiatrist" into the right side of my brain as I sit inside a dark room on my laptop.
My goal for the afternoon is to help Mick clean the kitchen BEFORE the sun makes its way to my deck. Kitchens are the grossest part of the universe (being a bartender, you can trust my grossness detectors).
Last summer, I had a really sweet customer who'd come in with my toothless brother's-eye-removing friend. It was always great, because when Kelly was around, Beaner had a buddy to talk to and didn't have to harass my other customers out of sheer boredom. Also, Kelly didn't really drink much - just a couple hard cranberry lemonades once in a while. He was always polite and respectful. The only time we ever saw him drunk was one of our final nights here last year, and he ended up attacking Gene with a pool stick and breaking a glass on him. Still, an excellent guy. He wasn't in town at all this summer, and I wondered about him occasionally. He was found dead in Sitka a week ago, drowned, foul play suspected. He's the brother of Pelican's mayor, and the uncle of a number of my friends here. What a way to end the season for everyone...
Highlights of the last couple weeks:
-Sitting on an elephant rocking chair and reading the phone book at the local hopping bachelor pad (euphemism? I wish!);
-Catching some randy fifty year olds in our wood pile right outside the front door (they pulled their clothes up real fast and I was like, "whatever, I'm just going home, carry on", I mean the guy was a real nice dude and the woman, though I'd never met her, seemed quite friendly);
-Cooking for a fleetwide Christmas party at the skow, which is a floating fish-buying apartment filled with girls, and yes it is as wonderful as it sounds;
-Solidifying some magical bartender/customer rapport (euphemism? that's for me to know!),
-Hanging out with horrifically disgusting one and three year old children who make me read to them and hold them oh god;
-Practicing a LOT of piano, particularly the Sonate Pathetique, so much that my arms hurt;
-Knocking my extra drunk extra salty fisherman friend over and dragging him out the door when he refused to leave at last call, to the great amusement of the rest of my patrons;
-Making way more money than I would have if I'd left with the rest of the crew;
-Making way more memories than I would have if I'd left with the rest of the crew;
-And being really excited to be in Seattle again.
Now, for old times sake, we'll rehash some of my favorite quotes from my past lifetime. ( For your viewing pleasure, CHEEKS OF BUTT! )
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creativeSep. 23rd, 2008
05:20 pm - No drink for you!
0) The bar is officially CLOSED. I only have to deal with drunks of my choice now. This is a weird time for me...
1) An amazing and scary summer comes to an end. I'll fly away with money, confidence, and incredible memories. I'll leave behind this world to which I'll always belong, and to which I know I'll return.
2) I'll get back to Seattle on Wednesday evening.
3) The Autumn Electric is leaving on tour this November 7th, and returning a few weeks later. We'll definitely have a homecoming show, and you are all invited as soon as I know when and where.
4) My family and I will celebrate Christmas in Nashville, and I'll see my beloved cousin for the first time in... years? We'll get back just in time for New Year's Eve in the Emerald City.
5) Jennifer and I will finally take our honeymoon and spend the entire month of February in Costa Rica.
6) Tentative other plans include voice lessons, massage certification, biking, partying with Pelican people in "Sea-town", buying clothes that aren't all stained with bleach, and getting a haircut.
7) Non-tentative other plans include seeing all of you lovely people after this five or ten or twenty month hiatus.
8) Now I leave to spend time with babies and fishermen and Catholic schoolgirls. (Sounds like a party...)
9) If you haven't already, buy the Grand Hallway CD "yes is the answer" and sob for hours. Highly recommended.
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literally crazedAug. 19th, 2008
07:53 pm - Did you ever have to make up your mind? Say "yes" to new and leave the old behind?
I'm tempted to stay here forever, but I won't.
These people were raised with sexual and physical abuse, child molestation, severe alcoholism and drug addiction; lifestyles that left no room for weakness. They live off the land, they live without frills, and they have a damn good time while they're still alive to enjoy it. Everything is excused by, "We've always done it that way," and "We had to put up with it when WE were your age."
Yes, I can adapt to anything and everything, but leaving here will be like leaving the buried version of myself that was never appropriate enough for civilization.
We're friends with a man who beats women and poked his own brother's eye out in a fight. Every day brings him a new case of whiskey. He runs from the law and is one of the best fucking fisherman people around here can name. Any bar in Seattle would kick him out after three sentences, but we have to serve him and everyone like him because that's just the way it is up here. If they have money to pay for their alcohol, and they're not scaring off other customers, they're golden.
I have NEVER feared for my physical well-being here.
Every day I say, "This place will be the death of me."
I'm so confused.
May. 17th, 2008
06:19 pm - Motherfucking cocksuckers
I almost feel as though I'm cheating, using the internet up here. I was fully prepared for a livejournal-free summer.
Pelican's economy is based upon two things: Fish, and fuel. Fish, because when the fish plant is up and running, business quadruples due to fishermen and fish plant workers. The more fish, the merrier. Fuel, because everything comes into town on boats or small planes. Also, many of the locals are commercial fishermen, and they need plenty of fuel for their trollers.
Right now, the plant isn't even close to being open, and fuel prices are sky-high. Something's gonna have to give pretty soon here.
So it looks like we're gonna get really good at pool in the next few weeks!
All my housemates say we have enough cats, but there is a tiny boy kitten in town looking for a home. Our friend Ruth, who works at the general store, is watching him at the moment, but she can't keep him. He's small and yellow and fuzzy. His name is Nutsack. How can I pass him up?! Especially since I wouldn't have to name hinm....
I'm "working" right now, which basically means babysitting the bar and hoping someone comes in at some point. We've done a surprising amount of business so far from how Mick was telling us it would be, but that just means we've had five or six people in for a few hours at a time each night.
( Blah blah blah lessons on life yakity yak )
Looking forward to doing some painting tomorrow. Chalkboard paint in the women's bathroom - fun idea, or horrible mistake? :) How's Seattle, other than mind-numbingly hot?
calmMar. 27th, 2008
11:28 am - Oh my God! This man is my exact double. Oh my God! That dog has a puffy tail!
Mike found us a manager. Apparently, during their initial meeting, she was very careful to let him know that she was NOT in the band management business just to have a lot of casual sex with her clients. After hearing that, I told him we should keep looking.
Anyway, she emailed the band these questions to answer about themselves, and since I wrote more for her questions today than I have on LJ in months, I thought I'd let everyone in the e-world know just what I'm all about these days. ;)
( Life as a Sun Bear )
As you can see, I have no idea how to promote myself to a manager. If you have any tips, let me know.
The highlight of my day off so far has been remembering my favorite quote ever!
Paula: What were you saying?
Brendon: Move the flowers.
Paula: Before that.
Brendon: Uh, this meatloaf is dry.
Paula: No, before that.
Brendon: This is meatloaf?
Paula: Before that.
Brendon: This fish is dry.
calmFeb. 28th, 2008
09:32 pm - Michael Trew EP release show!
Not doing anything this Sunday evening? Well, have I got a deal for you...
~7 pm
~Rendez-Vous Jewelbox Theater (2322 2nd Ave, Seattle, 98121)
~$5 cover
~Michael Trew and the Sun Bears
~Allecia Clemens and the Sexy Numbers
~Sunday, March 2nd
We're celebrating Mike finishing his EP. I have most of my voice back, which is exciting, and we've been putting a lot of new material together. I would love to see you there! :) Allecia and her Numbers are amazing, as well. (If you like stand-up bass, fiddle, and beautiful vocals, that is... and who doesn't?)
Michael Trew - guitar/vocals/songwriting
Jessica Eballar - banjo/vocals
Gene Hardy - bass
me (Naomi) - keyboard/vocals
Questions? Comment or call or text.
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accomplishedFeb. 13th, 2008
02:44 pm - Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns.
Today is my one-week anniversary with having no voice. I'm very glad my psychosomatic brain hasn't also disabled my fingers, since it so obviously has it out for my musical ability. At least I only feel partially impotent this way.
The upside is, spending days at a time not talking is kind of meditative. I can only think about the conversations taking place around me and not contribute to them. Indeed, I've had to become very zen about the whole thing. Of course it'll disappear once I can be a loudmouth again, but for now I have achieved inner peace.
"But Naomi, how are you able to work a customer-service oriented job with no way to talk to people?" Good question! Actually, right before I got whatever larynx-munching virus this is, my GM asked me to become an official barista. (Hah!) This means that I spend my hours at work (usually from 7-3:30) making coffee and lattes and capuccinos and con pannas and au laits and whatever other crazy combinations of beans/milk/water/syrup/whip people can imagine. They don't even order with me - a ticket prints out, I make a drink, and if I can't make eye contact with the person to whom it belongs, I wave the ticket at any coworker and give them the old damsel in distress blinky blink and they call out the name for me. It's like heaven. Heaven, where you get to practice latte art all day and make caffeine addicts happy with their tasty espresso.
Heaven, except with everyone making fun of me for STILL not being able to talk. All the regulars come in for their mochas and say, "Can you talk yet?" I wonder sometimes if this is hindering my recovery.
Now we're all extra excited for Pelican, since it looks like the bar will require all three of us again in mid-May. I feel a little guilty to be leaving my job here, though... see, this is why I didn't want to get a "real" job. It's like breaking up with someone when you leave, and it sucks. It'll be bad enough with this "not quite real but i have still become somewhat attached" job. Theoretically, though, I can give two weeks and then they'll be happy to hire me again later on this year... but I haven't actually talked to my GM about it; just one of the shift leads.
Does anyone have any suggestions for clearing out my throat so my voice comes back? I've tried the impersonal internet, and now I need testimonials from my own personal internet. I'm through with drinking hot sauce...
In other news: dance classes are fun, cooking is still exciting, life is pretty much exactly what I want it to be except that I don't see family nearly enough and can't fucking TALK GOD DAMN IT!
:)
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quietJan. 17th, 2008
10:28 pm - Could you please try to be a little more erotic with that mayo?
We had the best practice ever, tonight. Did I mention the band is back together? We've got the lovely Jessica on banjo now, not to mention the addition of Gene the Stripping Bassist. After our usual songs, we all switched instruments and started rocking out raga-style. Bet you didn't know Mike's a talented flautist! (Also, now I remember why I don't play the bass anymore... damn, that thing takes chops.) Mike's roommate, Nazi Joe*, was trying to have his practice at the same time, but eventually our jam drew in his accordian and guitar, with Ryon on the set. The Indian dude from two floors down had to knock on the door and tell us to shut up at about 9:30. That effectively ended practice, but the upside was that apparently he'd thought we were a recording until he actually opened the door and saw real live musicians.
Maybe I'll even tell you guys when we play, these days. There's an Oregon tour in early February. This is extra exciting, because it means visiting Vicki and Mick (the owners of the Brown Bar of Alaska fame) and Miranda and Sam (the kids) and Louise and Zeus (the bulldogs) and Hedwig and Hecate (the squashy faced cats).
Earlier this week I got all cocky about work. Work, by the way, has been fun, challenging, and lucrative. I like my bosses, my coworkers are fantastic, everyone knows what they're doing, etc etc. No real complaints except for the sore feet. Anyway, I was all full of myself and like, "Oooh, look at me, I can multi-task." Then yesterday, I made like twelve million mistakes and a boss even said at one point, "I could write you up for that..." (Pretty sure he didn't, but still, that's never good.) So from now on, I will be teh humblez0rz. As I should have been in the first place.
Death and cancer
Eh, never mind. That was going to be a less fun paragraph than this one:
We have kittens! Thing 1 and Thing 2. This whole naming debacle proves that I should never have kids; they would be doomed to identity crises, because their names would change weekly. You can look at pictures here:
http://ariata.livejournal.com/534199.ht
It's the best collection so far that's all in one spot for you lazy bastards. Aren't they ridiculous? They're also stinky. Thing 1 likes to wallow in her litter box. Thing 2 may be learning bad habits from her. The poop jokes are neverending... (infinipoop!)
How's everything on your (mom's) end?
*You may know him as Hippy Joe, but he buzzed his hair off a couple weeks ago.
accomplishedNov. 28th, 2007
01:40 am - One of the most honest posts I've ever made.
I've always been slightly paranoid about dying in my sleep. Not so much as to scare me, but just enough to make my spine tingle a little when I think about it. Now, apparently, a man my age (who was in the Operadesiac shows with me and the other burlesque-ers - remember those?) passed away in his sleep with no known cause three weeks ago.
This weirds me out a lot. He was a very cool guy. And seriously... creepy, much?
:(
On to happier news. I'm learning to be a barista! It's fantastic. I think I've found my new career path. ...No, really. Especially the whole latte art thing.
Speaking of careers, I'm so enthusiastic about going back to Pelican during the summers that I don't want to commit to anything else. I will become a degree-less, 401K-less, jobless, polyamorous wanderer. Then I'll make enough fishing to buy a farm, and live on it with my loved ones.
How's that for an update?
Oh, and I've been playing with Mike Trew again. It's going surprisingly well, aside from my fear of commitment. We may even tour in January. (He's got a million new songs. That man is a fantastic songwriter.)
So, other than being saddened and slightly creeped out by the premature death of Mr. Dressed Up Like A Lamb And A Duckie With Me, life is lovely and liberating and lively.
Usually I put the quote in the subject line, but I figured I'd use it for its actual purpose, so here you go:
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out-of-body experience.
nostalgicAug. 20th, 2007
10:25 pm - IGNORE ME!
First thing we're going to do when we get back is have a Fruit and Vegetable Potluck. (We'll provide the booze for that since we've been getting it for free all this time.) It has been a greasy carb and protein-filled summer. The process of shipping to this tiny-ass island can take anywhere from two days to three weeks, during a GOOD month. (So, SO glad we're not staying for the winter. Sometimes they don't even get ONE plane for a month.) No fresh produce is GROWN on the island, so we're shit outta luck when it comes to spinach or the rarer vegetables. The most common fruits at the store are Grapples. Apples injected with grape flavor. Yeah... when they get actual grapes or oranges in, they sell like hotcakes. No way in hell are we going to see a kiwi or a strawberry until we get home.
We miss QFC and TJ's. :(
I realized a week ago that OMG there will be SO MUCH xkcd to catch up on when we get back! Not to mention the various other webcomics I peruse from time to time (PA, etc). There is an upside to being internetless for three months, apparently. One of the many downsides is that I may have forgotten how to spell and type. The temp agency may not be so happy with that.
I just asked Gene for one sentence regarding Pelican. Gene: "I'm not too good on the spot." Which is kinda funny, considering he saved a guy's life who fell off the bar roof. I'm glad he wasn't around for the guy who went crazy with a shotgun and had to be flown out of here by state troopers.
( Interesting people we have met include: )
The list goes on, and there's no way we'll be able to describe everyone and everything.
I'm up in the family area - this is where the parents, the 10 year old, the 12 year old, and the two bulldogs and two squashy faced cats stay. Sadly, all of them are gone and only Mick will be rejoining us - the girls have to start school in Dallas OR. I want a squashy faced cat.
It's so weird to be in a bar scene. We almost never go to bars in Seattle. I'm glad I'm learning how to, though, just in case I ever have to be classy and have cocktails with people.
Thing I miss the most right now: CAT MACROS
PLZ POST UR FAV FUNNY CATS so I only have to load one page on dialup. I have not seen a captioned cat since early June. I misses thems!
Also, how are you? What's the summer been like in Seattle or wherever the hell you are?
Aug. 3rd, 2007
12:38 pm - Pelican Statistics
Winter residents: 80
Summer residents/workers: 200
Bars: two
Cafes/restaurants: one
Liquor stores: none (well, there is technically one, but the owner is apparently some sort of curmudgeon who has closed it to the public and won't sell any liquor...)
Cell phone access points: one, at the town dump (there's rumor that you can get texting access at the end of the breakwater, but Jen tried and wasn't able to)
Libraries: one, open about fifteen hours/week which usually clash with mine or Jen's shift
Wireless access points: none, unless you want to pay at the inn
Workers at fish plant: 150 (Locals, Turks, Bulgarians, Russians, and transplants)
Workers at fish plant who might break even this summer: 20 :(
Number of cooks we've fired that are now working at the rival bar: one (excellent cook, but our boss here doesn't support alcoholism)
Number of Genes who are now the cook at the bar where we work: All of them! So, one.
Viruses going around and around and around this small enclosed town: At least a million
Viruses I've had since I got here: Two fluish ones
Infections I've had since I got here: One - strep
Days I have NOT WORKED: Two - but I still made food and did prep
Number of pills I've had to take daily in the last week: Sixteen (two antibios twice a day, three ibuprofen for the insanely sore throat three times a day, melatonin and two benadryl so I can sleep and get up and do it again the next day)
Money Jen and I have made in wages since we got here: $2500
Tips: $2800 or so each
Expenses: Well, they're paying for our plane tickets... room and board is basically free... alcohol is free... though we're not drinking much since we're surrounded by actual alcoholics and that's a little discouraging... so expenses are negligible.
People I've talked to since I got here: Mom, Dad, Trisha, Maxipoo, Jonathan, Ray, Trent, Emily.
People I miss: EVERYONE
People I wish would call: ALL OF YOU
Good times to call: Well, Gene's the cook and Jen and I are the only waitresses/bartenders. This means the bar number will always be answered by one of us between 1p (2p Seattle time) and whenever the hell we close the bar (anytime between 12a and 5a [1a and 6a Seattle time]). And here it is: 907-735-2294. We've been calling out on a phone card, but it's running out and the state of Alaska won't let people use phone cards instead of long distance anymore. So, call us!
Now I have to go make the special, so I hope this dialup works.
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