Saturday, July 29, 2006

Carrie and Nate are Getting Married

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Today is Carrie and Nate’s wedding, and boy, are we excited.

Not for the actual wedding, which will be held deep in the heart of Renton athe Quboto, Quabgo, Quebeco Gardens? Well, we’ll find it. We are mostly excited for the reception on the banks of the of Lake Union.

It will just be the three of us, as we were not extended the Mike Jensen (and one) Invitation.

First things first. We are leaving some time between 1:00pm and 1:15. Seth thinks we can leave at 1:45 for the 2pm reception and be the first ones there. We are not so sure.

He has some family members from the old country that he has to visit out in West Seattle.

After the I dos, and the kiss the brides, there will be a few hours in between before the reception. No doubt the three of us will reflect on our lives, and how we are getting older. Or we will just yell at each other about something trivial…yeah, that last one.

The reception starts at 6pm at the Lake Union Crewhouse. David will be the announcer for the evening. It will interesting to see how this will effect his time at the open bar.

We wish Carrie and Nate the best, and we give it three weeks, less if Nate insists on taking Mike Jensen on the honeymoon.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Sunday Doggy and Yelly Sunday



Everybody loves dogs. Even if you heart is made of ice, and you would rather be in your cubicle than doing anything else. However, if there is one thing that people love more than dogs it's listening to their neighbors argue with their guests at four in the morning.

Luckily Sunday featured both.

This weekend we were put in charge of Michelle’s beagle Jasper. The little guy won us over, not only with her desire to lay out in the sun near the hammock, but also with her nearly instantaneous need to whine when she didn't get her way. Handled like a true 7502 Winonaite.


You could our hearts breaking when Michelle returned late Sunday night to pick up little Jasper. We were able to squeeze an extra half hour with Jasper by talking Michelle into sticking around for a viewing of ‘Entourage.’ Although we might have told her that we were going to watch ‘Gilmore Girls’. Either way is was a wonderful to end the evening, and we retired to our separate rooms.

We were able to squeeze in about five good hours until from next door there arose such a clatter that we sprang from our beds to see what was the matter. Away to our windows we flew like a flash. We quietly tore open the shutters and very slowly threw up the sash, so as not to be seen.

(All except for Seth who slept through the screaming even though his room was closest to the backyard altercation. In his defense, he has the most experience of sleeping through arguments).

It appears our neighbors had invited some of their friends over, had a few drinks and now were ready to pound each others heads in. The fight mostly resembled a fight from our middle school years, with
more words than punches.

In the middle of the altercation was the lady of the house, she was trying to keep both sides quiet, while reminding them that, “This is not what best friends do,” and then trying to shame them out of fighting by stating, “Oh yeah, this is the best way to solve this.”

As became clear that this wasn’t the answer she quickly changed her tactic and started screaming, "YOU ARE ACTING SO RETARTED…YOU ARE BEING SO RETARTTED." That seemed to work much better as the two parties drove drunkenly off into the night.

Those unable to return to sleep ended up taking an early morning stroll around the lake, a peaceful dogless stroll.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

A busy little Saturday

Last night, David and Jason donned their capes and blue and red tights to escort Sarah and Saira to a summer blockbuster at the Majestic Bay Theater in Ballard. That blockbuster was, of course, Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest.
The consensus on the movie (spoiler alert) was: Johnny Depp is delicious. Also delicious were the quesidillas that were consumed after the movie, accompanied with the surprisingly good Safeway Select salsa.
Before and after the movie, our castaways were accompanied by Jasper, a whiny little bitch. At least she's adorable. After preparing and eating dinner while seranaded by a chorus of whining from Jasper, we all watched 40 Year Old Virgin and [insert joke about Seth here].
In case anyone wonders where Seth was during all this, he was watching the Seattle Sounders play some A League soccer. After a month of watching World Cup action, Seth has developed enough of an appreciation for the game to observe that A League soccer sucks.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Foooood Fiiiiiiggght!

Don't even talk to our laundry machine.

It's not happy with us.

Last night, it endured unspeakable things, liked socks coated in french dressing, potato-encrusted shirts, and more after the crew waged war in a food fight, as per the birthday wishes of David's dear friend Dusty Warren.

The crew arrived at the party venue, a theater near Lake Union, dressed in wigs, ridonkulous clothes, and moustaches, per Dusty's instructions. After milling around drinking beer for a few hours, tarps were laid down in an alley, various disgusting foods arrayed, and a 45-second grossfest commenced.

Jason, wearing a cheap polyester suit he'd bought in Vietnam, got a huge blast of ketchup in his mouth, causing him to vomit. David also threw up a little bit, from the smell of ketchup. Seth had radioactive orange french dressing sprayed on his face; it looked like the world's largest insect exploded on his head.

Saira and Sarah participated as well, though they wisely stayed away from the ketchup. Big thanks to photographer Amanda, Saira's childhood friend and future roommate.

Photos.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Back From Vacations

The house is at full capacity again after Seth returned from vacation Sunday night. He was in Montana for a backpacking trip in Glacier with his cousins, and a family reunion in Helena.

Photos.

David went to Arches with the lovely Sarah, where he experienced the thrill of a lake resort with no lake, and the "coincidence" of the Mariners being on local TV wherever they went.

Jason stayed home and put more stuff in the basement.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Mon., August 7th Swidler's Birthday BBQ

When: 7pm

What we will serve: Elkburgers, hamburgers, hot dogs, grilled veggies and TBA sides.

What to bring: Whatever liquid you'd like to drink.

Why: On August 7th, 1977, a great and wonderful feat occured on our Earth. A moment that no one who experienced it will ever forget. An event that's touched the lives of millions of Americans.

Yes, it was on that day that Dick Ruthven pitched a complete game five-hitter to lead the Braves to a 6-2 win over Montreal. Rod Gilbreath homered, his fifth of the year.

So thrilled was one local Braves fan and green card holder that she squirted out a baby, who she named Dick Rod Swidler in honor of the occasion (he later legally changed his named to David Matthew).

29 years later we will celebrate this event.

What to wear:
It's summer! Whatever you want.

Whom to invite:
David Swidler fans.

Whom not to invite:
Josh Swidler fans.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Sometimes the word hero just isn't enough...

...but then again, sometimes it's plenty.

David conquered his own demons, his digestive system, and common sense by eating a hot dog an inning for all nine innings of this year's MLB All-Star Game.

We were amazed, we were astounded, we couldn't believe our eyes--then we realized that David hadn't recorded the whole 9th inning and we missed the 2-out, 2-strike rally that brought the American League back and saw them through to victory.

Oh well, at least it wasn't the World Series.

Monday, July 10, 2006

All Star Game Tuesday! And more ESPY discussion.

Tuesday night is the baseball All-Star Game, which David and I absolutely worship. It's, as a friend put it, our Ramadan.

And David will be attempting, once again, to do what's so far been impossible. Eat one hot dog every inning (for a total of nine, assuming there's no extras). Come thrill Tuesday night as he attempts this incredible feat of manly manhood.

Now, about the ESPYs. One of the nominees for best play is one that all three of us saw IN PERSON! Reggie Bush's punt return for a TD at Husky Stadium. Seth, in fact, was personally responsible for jinxing this play into being. The Huskies punter, Sean Douglas (who's really damn good) drove Bush deep with a long high punt. Bush was surrounded by Husky tacklers, at which point Seth yelled "Whatcha gonna do now, Reggie?"

At which point Reggie pivoted 180 off of one foot, a move that let him evade about 7 tacklers, and he raced down the sideline for a score. I HAVE ALL THE POWER IN THE UNIVERSE!!!

Friday, July 07, 2006

It's an Honor to be Nominated

It's award season at 7502.

First of all nominated for an ESPY is the roommate of Jason's sister Kelly, Courtney Thompson. Not only did she lead the Huskies to the 2006 National Championship, and win the National Volleyball Player of the Year award, she also put up with the three of us in her house spreading our brand of humor. She was very appreciative of our presence and reacted with the traditional blank stare.

Vote Courtney Best Female College Athlete here, here, or here.

Anyone who has come to our home has not only admired Seth's in-sink bottle and can collection, but has also been dragged into the basement to watch Alex Rodriquez's 9th inning double play from Game 5 of last year's ALDS. If they can't manage to call the police, we follow that up with our favorite three scenes from HBO's Extras, staring Ricky
Gervais.

The ten minutes of the forever TiVoed program have brought us more delight and pleasure than Carl Monday or sore shoulders jokes combined. The coup de gras being Gervais' exchange with Patrick Stewart.

However, it is the meat in the three scene sandwich that has us rolling around on the floor each time. Anyone who wants to see "And good night for me," "Microphones are whimps", "We're having a sing-song," or Barry, feel free to come over any time. Oh, and if you have a girlfriend and want to see her ever again, you might want to leave her in the car. Man, do we love us some Barry.

Anywho, Patrick Stewart has been nominated for an Emmy for those four minutes of comic perfection.

We are of course taking all the credit for these nominations and will be dusting off our tuxes, writing acceptance speeches, and filling seat holders in preparation of the big nights.