For all you grunge fans out there...

So Emily and I work approximately 4 blocks from each other. Yet we've only gotten together for lunch twice now. Today being the second time. Today I forgot my delicious lunch that I had prepared. A low-light of my morning, realizing that tragedy. But it turned into a highlight of my day. Since I couldn't just eat at my desk like I normally do (lame) and had to go buy something, I figured I might as well see what Emily was up to for lunch. So I took a little stroll down to her office, we purchased some delectible cuisine, and decided to sit outside since it is such a beautiful day.

Best. decision. ever.

Turns out they do concerts in the park out there every day. They call it the Lunch Bunch. (cute, huh?)

Today's local talent was unintentionally hilarious. A group of guys in their late 30s or 40s. Still chasing their dream. Inspiring, really.

We had to take a little walk to get a peek at how many people were actually sitting down by the stage. Emily guessed 22. I guessed 14. We were both too high. As we passed by, the drummer, sporting a Hawaiian shirt and a long white ponytail, smiled and made eyes at me.

You know I'll be there when they return August 2. Join me. Please.

Avoid Eye Contact

This is living in my pipes.

She woke up and started making noise a few days ago. Loud noise. Right through my bathroom wall. At first we thought it sounded like the house was just suffering from indigestion. I shared this thought with Matt the Landlord and he said that could be it. Or it could be the sub pump blah blah blah.

But before we could make it to Costco to get enough Pepto to remedy the situation, it hit me. How could I have not figured it out before? I realized that we were all in grave danger. Especially Matt the Landlord, who said he would come over and check the pipes.

Maybe I should warn him. He has a nice smile.

Here Comes the Sun.

Summer might be coming. I'm not sure.

Either way, I'm in need of some new sunglasses.

Thoughts on these?