Almost went to Steam Works with my pants on backwards...

I called my brother earlier tonight since he was signing in and out of MSN like crazy... he said the Steam Works thing was tonight and Sunday. Since my Sunday is already totally booked (and I'll get a ride from Sam if he has a car... he'll get back to me on Sunday about that), I opted to go tonight. At least I didn't have to take the bus as I did the last time I went there!

On the way to pick Jeremy up, Jon and I discussed who he shouldn't invite to the Sunday Steam Works outing: the teenage Timothy girls, Sam, Chris, Ben, Melia, Vanessa, Emily, Jason, Amos, Anita, and the other leaders. He invited Eric M., but Diven declined. Jon also made me guess that he was listening to Sufjan Stevens: like I would know what he sounds like?! Apparently, he and Eric H. had gone for Pho dinner yesterday at the Richmond location of Thai Son where he talked about probation and his girl a lot... there's one near Jeremy's place! Speaking of Pho restaurants, PHO BICH NGA is no more... it's now Pho Bo Kwong or something. That name had definite mangling potential, let me tell you! ;)

Jeremy was almost blind from the darkness, and did a double take when he opened the passenger side door to see me sitting there! Jon then told him that everyone was welcome to call me Sarne... uh, people who at least know me fairly well, as Jeremy does! People have been leaving things at Jeremy's place a lot... even after a CRU gift exchange, there were miscellaneous things lying around. Eventually, he figured he might as well use the mug and soaps... and he even has two Bible Study guides which he couldn't get originally!

When we got to the restaurant, it was MY turn to not see anything since I didn't know where the entrance was... thank goodness Jeremy set me straight! We met Nathan and Brian there... Jon's friend Tally was almost stranded since Nathan gave her the wrong directions because he thought it was at the Yaletown Brewery before he got clarification from Brian! But she found her way there eventually! Nathan's trip to Mexico was definitely cool, but he's so burnt!

We discussed Nirvana Nut Brown Ale (which almost tasted like water), Coal Porter, and other drinks on offer. Then Nathan said that he'd found out from his medical doctor friend exactly what the Asian red-face gene is called... he has yet to email me with the name so I can put it here, but that's okay! (maybe I'll get the name from him on Friday) He definitely has a deficiency of that gene, even more so than most Asians... he gets really red, but none of us could really tell that tonight since he was also tanned.

When we heard some table singing "Happy Birthday," we joked that Tally should make up her own hit song and get tons of royalties from it. It was originally a children's Good Morning song with four verses, written by the three Hill sisters. We discussed their CRU friends, people around the Main / Hastings area post-midnight, Nathan and Brian leaving early (they'd just had Pho before this... Brian hugged me goodbye and told me to take care), Hurricane Katrina and New Orleans, crowds of people at needle exchanges, the narrowest building in the world being here in Chinatown, people not caring about traffic signals, running over pedestrians ,Oasis, Dashboard Confessional, U2, the Weakerthans, the Decemberists, Broken Social Scene, organic Pho, Denys Arcand movies, beer with pearls, the highest gas price ever so far (116.9¢ per litre?!), etc.

It was a pretty cool time out... the first time I've seen Tally in about a year, and probably the last time I'll see Brian before Christmas!

As for what's referenced in the subject line: I did indeed almost go out with my pants on backwards. I was trying to find where my jeans pockets were, but thought I'd forgotten where they were. Then I clued in: "Ooooh... I put them on BACKWARDS! Good thing I leave in five minutes and noticed this BEFORE going out... phew!" *is a ditz sometimes, aiya!*

I also finally checked one of my Gmail accounts just now: my friend Erika sent me the Nails song 88 Lines about 44 Women! It'll help me remember this parody too, haha. :)


88 LINES ABOUT 44 WOMEN

Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Reno was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn't sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Zilla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn't even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn't do that shit at all

Pauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee's mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn't give a shit
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss
I chose you to end this list.

© 1981, 1984 The Nails

David wrote most of the music, Marc came up with the melody line, and George helped with the drum programming and atmosphere of the "RCA" version.