St. Patrick’s Day — The only part of my own advice that I didn’t heed on St. Patrick’s Day was not drinking in public. I had a pint of Guiness in public, gnawed on the widget for a few minutes, and then went to Cha Cha where my friend Lee was denied because the guy checking IDs was wearing a lame-ass hat with a feather in it (and therefore was stupid; and therefore wont to make irrational decisions [like not letting in Lee because he didn't have ID]). Then it was off to Satellite, a bar I didn’t even know existed which was being tended by a guy we suspected to be talking in a fake Irish accent. Either way, he let Lee in after asking him how old he was, and moderate/heavy drinking ensued. Possible highlights included: Peer pressuring a girl named Rachel into drinking despite her repeated attempts to resist, and, Irish Car Bombs for just the guys (chivalry is dead in Seattle).
Thursday aka The Day the Huskies Fucked Mississippi State Up and Fredy “El Hijo de Dios” Montero Took Over the #1 Spot on my “Man Crush List” — At the Rose Garden Quincy Pondexter had 60 points in the first half, Venoy Overton had the opposing point guard ready to commit suicide, and Jon Brockman literally resembled a piece of recently-quarried granite. I am terrified for the game tomorrow, but once they beat Purdue I will be in the top 10 happiest people on the planet. For a few hours.
Later that night Lee and I watched the Sounders’ game at the Dubliner. We had five pints of Guiness and then went to Chipotle for burritos and margaritas. After the Guiness, the burrito, and the margarita my stomach felt like the inside of a cement mixer. We topped it off with three pints of Scarlet IPA at Big Time and a winning game of shuffleboard against a a girl with squinty eyes and a dude from Kenya.
Today — Today I biked 3.8 miles and averaged 16.7 miles per hour. This would be a good average speed if I was biking upwards of 15 miles, but the current status of my achilles is really making me ease back into things. No big hills, no riding standing up — increase distance every week in half mile increments. Riding a bike for 15 minutes is unsatisfying; I wanna let the big dog eat.
Tonight — Tonight I watched the movie Twilight. Kristen Stewart is fucking hot. So is Pattinson. I need a peacoat.
Night night!
-Wetzler
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The purpose of today’s blog post is to explain to you all my hopes and dreams. I will literally be exposing my insides to you — the things that make me tick, the things that make me angry, the things that make me smile — in an attempt to show you where I think I stand on the road to a achieving a certain set of goals, and why I want to achieve these particular goals in the first place (Note: I will be figuratively exposing myself to you).
Lately I have still been interning at L’Etranger, but my internship is quickly coming to an end. Which of course raises the question: What will happen when it’s over? Will they offer me a high-paying job, say, as Editor in Chief of Making Sure All Content is Rad? Probably not. Will they ask me to start writing articles that actually get printed in the paper? Maybe, but probably not. Will they ask me to extend my internship and keep coming into the office and keep doing the awesome stuff that I have been doing over the past three months? It’s very possible, but I sort of doubt it. Will they ask me to keep submitting stuff to the online blog and then “take it from there”? This is more on the right track. I have no idea what will happen when this internship is over, but I suspect it will be something along those lines.
However, not to disappoint you, faithful readers, I already have several plans. But before I tell you my plans let me quickly outline some of my life goals for you so you can start to get an idea of where this whole writing thing might one day (hopefully) lead.
Basically (and this is where I get really hesitant because I hate talking about shit that I actually care about on this website) I would like to one day write books. Or a book. One day I would like to write a book, and I want it to be hardcover, and I want it to have a cool cover, and I want it to somewhere say something from The New York Times book review like, “Wetzler’s musings on the world of femme rock often border on trenchant, but never stray from delightful.” Something like that. Someone who worked for The New York Times would obviously come up with something less awkward, but you get the idea.
In addition to writing books (or A book) I would like to write for a magazine. Which brings me back to what I am going to do after this internship is over. Should I not be offered a job here is Dictator at Large or Resident Madman, I will be forced to look for employment or internship opportunities elsewhere. It has recently come to my attention that Spin Magazine offers three-month internships, one of which will be starting June of this year. So I’m going to apply for that. Look out NYC! What up Brooklyn? What up — um — Yonkers? Wetzler is on the way. I just wish Chipotle in New York didn’t cost 13 dollars a burrito. Maybe I’ll have to get a job there.
If I don’t get the internship at Spin and L’Etranger doesn’t ask me continue on, I have several back up plans. One is to work at a summer camp in the San Juans on Lopez Island. This would be great because it would give me a chance to exercise some of the authority I never had growing up as a youngest child. I would be doing things like organizing canoe trips or teaching young campers how to dive. When the campers didn’t dive properly I would scream at them and tell them they’re parents would never love them until they learned how to dive right. Or I would swim up from underneath them and pull on their ankles and pretend I was a giant sea monster. When they laughed upon seeing that it was just me I would splash water in their open mouths and yell, “Stay alert!
The backup plan for Fall of the year of our Lord two thousand and nine is graduate school at the University of Washington, in the Department of Hispanic Studies. This is where you go to study Hispanics. Or it might just be where you go to study Spanish. As in the summer camp scenario I would have an opportunity to mess around a bit with those ensnared in the confines of my strict but beneficent authority: Multiple choice tests where each question has several pages of choices; Pop quizzes during which I dance flamenco shirtless in front of the students to test their concentration; Extra credit to kids who bring me Pagliacci before or after class, and even more extra credit for kids who lightly dust the slices with Parmesan cheese and red pepper. The possibilities are endless.
These are the options, and to tell you the truth, I’m optimistic about all of them. Spring is just around the corner so naturally optimism is in the air. My friend Lee is flying in from London on the 16th and we are going to party our eyes out. We are going to go camping and watch Sounders’ games and touch Lady Gaga’s inner thigh. I am going to introduce him to tall cans of Pabst and six-dollar pitchers of Rainier. Maybe we’ll even jump in Lake Washington.
So I will keep all of you posted and strive towards the realization of these goals (particularly those described in the paragraph concerning summer camp) and I will also let you know if all of these options fall through horribly and I am forced to exercise option “F,” an option that involves hiking in Burma (now Myanmar, I suppose), learning to cultivate opium, and losing my mind.
Talk to you soon!
-Wetzler
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