Also on the bill were StabmasterArson (whom I found entertaining, although they really seemed to have only three basic songtypes1) and and White Gold (who were sort of in the Rapture style dance rock tradition, except that no one was dancing).
The other interesting part of the night was that since it wasn't raining, I wanted to do an experiment to test the non-walkability assumption about Seattle and just walked the 1.8 miles from my apartment to the Crocodile and found it kind of nice and not all that much slower than taking the bus. Or maybe than taking a car and trying to park. The uphill walk home, particularly after a few drinks, was a little more ambitious but still do-able.
On Sunday, I felt that I needed to take Carole's car for a drive to fulfill my duties as a carsitter. So I went to Northgate to buy things and then drove over to visit Samantha for her soft-foods and board games post-tooth removal spectacular. We played Monopoly. For a while I was doing rather well, but I started to feel like I was being too much of a jerk by refusing to engage in potentially harmful trading activities. [Ed: more of the not knowing how to care about winning? -- I think so, but maybe it's illustrative of not knowing how to win.] Once I caved, it was a pretty direct road to bankruptcy for me. Still, actually running out of money in Monopoly is a more prolonged ordeal than you might imagine.
After crushing my real estate corporation, the remaining players quickly formed a cooperative enterprise to end the game.
1. Betsy disagreed, saying that they had only one song type.