It was one of those days...

Yesterday was definately one of those days that you wish you could cryogenically freeze and nuke as needed. Started with a five hour drive out to the Gorge with good people and good conversation. Rounded first with some good indie performances (sorry, Joshua, got there about an hour too late for Aqueduct). Moved onto the third leg with the likes of the Arcade Fire (blew my mind, probably the best forty-five minutes of the day), Wilco (kudos for playing a great 13 minute slow burn three songs into the set) and Kanye West (he's got energy, gotta give him that). The climax was definately the hour and a half set that Modest Mouse tore through (packed second row to the barricade like sardines with RedBeard Leonardo), followed by the legendary Pixies (they still rock). Topped it off with a sleepingbag under the stars and a cruise back home this morning through the Cascades. Definately one of those days.

A Memorable Memorial weekend it will be!

Where will you be this Saturday?? I'll be chillin' at the Sasquatch Festival in The Gorge, being entertained by the likes of the Pixies (how rad is that?!), Wilco, Modest Mouse, Kanye West and the Arcade Fire, along with two side stages and a full day's schedule of independent bands.

And to top it all off, I've got a three day weekend to recover. Pictures, reviews and stories will follow, to be sure.

my dream from last night....
(caution- i, katie, have a very very vivid and active dream life which takes me through many ages, times, and spaces= seriously)

it began by me crawling through a dark, muddy long corridor. it wasn't wider than my shoulders which made me slither like a snake. (i had to crawl through it, to save something or someone, but i don't remember anything before this) i took a while to get into a muddy cave, so i could walk. by then i was covered with soot and wet from mud. i had to walk a long time before i came to some sort of door. it wasn't really a door, but more a gate thing. i didn't have to push through, but it sort of opened for me. at that time, i realized that i was being followed by someone slithering through the mud. i hastily went through the gate and it shut behind me.

i was instantly in a place of perfection. it was light and sunny and very very clean. i saw many people, dressed very neatly. it was kindof the ultimate preppy look. but, it was as if our abercrombie, jcrew, and gap had only a fragment of true preppiness. it was almost the true look and being of preppy. (sorry, can't explain that part better) i then noticed that my wetness and dirt were gone and i was dressed and made-up just like everyone else. i was in a white room, with stadium seating with 5-6 other females. we were sitting on separate rows. then a person came into the room and began reading names off in pairs, and as the pairs were read, a man would come in a sit next to one of the women. we were being coupled. and as my name was read, a man came a sat next to me, with physical similarities to Michael. he was taller, with dark hair and similar facial features. after the couples were announced, the person at the head of the room announced that this was our new spouse. our new perfect spouse. (at this point i don't remember whether the announcer told us all this, or if my new perfect brain understood all this next information). but instantly i knew that i had been transported to a place of perfection, but that my own body was still in process and had not achieved perfection yet. our new spouses were identical in personality, similar in appearance and mannerisms to our earthly spouse, but perfect creatures. they would never argue, think mean thoughts, become hard-headed or do anything but love us. the new world would never be anything we didn't want it to be. it would always be clean, white, dusted, sunny, and exact.

it was at this point this new spouse of mine began talking to me. i remember being instantly annoyed but it was as if i was being evolved to a perfect being, because i don't remember 'getting-over' my annoyance, it just went away. i remember him holding my hand and getting the young-flirtatious willies up my arm, and understanding it would always be like this. it would never become safe and warm, always new and exciting.

it was at this point that i was taken outside to a brunch/lunch of some sort where everyone was standing around talking about Jesus. (imagine a country club of golfers standing around talking about Jesus, tea and smiles all around) They were talking about how wonderful it was that he came and died and rose again so they could be saved. I remember I had a little shake, like a glitch in my 'perfection download' stopped. I instantly became aware of what was happening around me. I began screaming with all my being at these people. I began running and pulling my hair out and hitting them, and screaming that they are spitting on His name...that Jesus did not come to save them...or even die for them. Jesus came to die for the earth-the fallen, nasty, sinful, hated and hateful humans on earth...that perfect beings have no need of Jesus and for them to think that He came for them was heresy. (i can't remember my whole shpeel to the crowd of morons, but i remember being uncontrollable.)

of course then they started chasing me, and i ran and ran until i woke up.

What to do?

It's Saturday again, and as there are only two of seven days per week without the limitations of the 9-6 schedule, I'm sitting around puzzling over how to fit everything I need/want to do into this free time. Unfortunately, this Saturday is one of the few that has four of the prime hours in the middle of the day already spoken for. That's right, gotta go into the office from 10-2. Can't complain about overtime, though, and what makes it even more manageable is the knowledge that next week is only a three day workweek for me. My bro is coming into town Wednesday night and I'm taking some vacation time to go play around Oregon.

So, what to do with the rest of the time? Kate and I are on a new apartment hunt since our lease is up in July and we're thinking about moving closer to the Max Line rather than buy another car. I think we should also fit a post-work date in there somewhere. I noticed in the Willamette that Mudhoney is playing tonight. It's actually not as rainy as forecasted, so we could do something in the cool Spring evening. There's an movie marathon with Evergreen folks at the Goff's. Any other suggestions?

Um, it's official, we saw it. We live 1.5 hours away from the Oregon Coast. A rocky Northwestern beach complete with Haystack Rock and, what I have come to believe either because it's true, or just that I want it to be true, the 'Goonies' rocks and beaches. For those who live here- you might be taking this amazing fact for granted. For those who live away- you always have a free invitation here. katie

pics to come