Oh, joy of joys! This weekend I discovered that the High Dive has one of those touch screen video games at the bar too! You know what that means...nudie photo match! Em and I (and Stephanie for a few games) got our fix. We filled up the score board, since it appeared no one had played the game on this machine either. Yessssssssss. We even scored over 300k one time, which is a huge accomplishment. My new mission is to play and get on the score board at as many places as I can across Seattle. I have big dreams, my friends.

Saturday night was a ton of fun. We got to see three great bands (Exit Clov, Head Like a Kite, and Daylight Basement), AND play marathon photo match. Perfect! It was pretty funny toward the end, though. As it got later and later, more and more drunken, speech-slurring frat boys stood around us to ask about the game or just make incoherent comments. A couple of them even helped us out a time or two, and we are extremely grateful to them. The so-drunk-we-are swaying-from-side-to-side-and-babbling-on-about-nothing boys were less helpful. We were pretty much like, "Step off, drunkies! We still have three quarters in this machine. Jealous?!?" Em made me laugh by quietly repeating, "Everything is perfectly normal. We're at the High Dive playing nudie photo match at 1am. Per-fect-ly normal."

I don't know how I managed to miss seeing the game last week while at the High Dive for Audioasis with my friend, Dave, but I did. I may have been too focused on the pinball. I had jokingly told Dave to bring all his quarters that night, and he brought $4 worth, so we had a serious competition. So fun! He claimed to be a pinball master, but I totally beat him, of course. Ha! The bands last week were great, too. I'm loving this good show streak.

Outside of pinball, I may have also been distracted by the crazy lady who engaged us, but mostly Dave, in conversation. She persistently asked if Dave and I are a couple, and then refused to believe it when we said we are not. We've been friends for years, and he is one of my music buddies, but there is a big age difference and our relationship just isn't like that. I have so much fun hanging out with him, but it can be strange sometimes when it's just us, because I can tell when and what people are speculating. When we thought we finally had crazy lady convinced and moved on to something else, she started referring to me as his wife. Siiiiiiiiigh. It was time to go.

I was glad to have the opportunity to finally see Head Like a Kite. The concept behind Random Portraits of the Home Movie is fascinating to me, and I wondered what a live show would be like. I really like the album. It turns out that Dave Einmo is an interesting performer, but he continuously ended all his comments to the audience with a gangsta yeah. It's hard to spell out phonetically, but it pretty much sounds like "yee-a-ah." (say it fast but drawn out a bit in the middle) It was funny the first couple of times he did it, but I started to find it grating. Yet, for reasons unknown to all of us, I am now saying it all the time. Em called me yesterday morning, and the first thing she shouted into the phone was "Yee-a-ah!" I have a feeling we're going to become very annoying to our peeps very soon.