The Seahawks not only won, they destroyed their arch-rival San Francisco 49ers, 41-6. It was very reminiscent of Super Bowl XLVIII, where they scored within the first 15 seconds and didn't relent until they were up by 35. It was the type of game where if it was between two teams neither of which were "my" team, I probably would have turned it off at halftime due to a lack of drama. But since it was the Seahawks, I watched until the very end (even when it was Drew Lock handing off to Velus Jones) and didn't let my nervous fan guard down until Kenneth Walker scored his second touchdown to make it 34-6.
I'm very glad the 'Hawks won. I needed something to bring my spirits up a bit. The news the past few weeks has gotten me down a bit, and it doesn't look like it's getting better anytime soon. You know what I'm talking about. You've heard all the stories--no need to go into the details here. I don't have much to add, anyway. Instead, I'll talk about other, more fun, things like music.
To that end, I briefly became obsessed with this song "Hail to the King" by the band Avenged Sevenfold. I don't particularly like or dislike the song--it's fine; metal isn't really my thing--but I've been trying to figure out the name of it and who sings it for like six months, and I finally did. I definitely heard it a few times when it first came out like ten years ago, but recently it's been added to my Krav Maga instructor's playlist, so I hear it every time I go to the gym. Not knowing it would bother me so much--Who IS this?--but I would be in the middle of doing a drill, so I couldn't exactly stop and check. Plus, I doubt my instructor would appreciate me trying to look at his phone, anyway. So, then I would make it a point to pick out a few lyrics, so that I could Google them later, but I had a lot of trouble discerning the vocals, and it's really hard to pay attention to a song, when, say, you are doing inside defenses and somebody is throwing punches at your head that you need to deflect. A few times I thought I had something, but I would forget it by the time class was over, or it wouldn't be the actual words, so my searches wouldn't turn up anything useful.
But then, during Wednesday's class, I definitely heard the word "henchmen." It was either "the henchmen come" or "the henchmen call," so I repeated those phrases in my head like a mantra while doing a set of front kicks to a vertical target, and then during a water break I made a note of them in my phone. After class, I Googled it up, and "boom!" I got the result I needed. Finally! I now know the name and artist of a song I don't really care about. I can sleep at night.
Actually, I can't really sleep at night, or at least I couldn't last night, not well. I woke up four or five times throughout the night, including once at 3:30a, and I didn't fall back asleep until about 5:30a. My system was all askew. I ran six miles earlier in the day, which felt great, but also kinda messed me up, and then I had two tall beers later in the evening, and drinking feels more and more like poisoning myself, the older I get, and then I stayed up late and forgot to eat dinner, because I was watching the Seahawks game, so then I polished off, like, three bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios right before I went to bed around 12:30a. So, it's really no wonder I didn't sleep great last night. I brought it on myself.
I had the beers at a friend's 50th birthday party. I probably should have just had one, but I was having fun, and I don't like to think of myself as somebody who can't drink more than one beer anymore, even though that's probably the reality. It was a karaoke party, which was really cool, but it was with a live band, so the set list wasn't huge, and there was no bouncing ball on the lyrics. You just had to figure out where to come in on your own. That made it really tricky. It's also tricky because I have a terrible singing voice, so I have to do songs that are kinda goofy or intentional off-key. My plan was to do the Violent Femmes' "American Music," but they didn't have it, so then I thought about Harvey Danger's "Flagpole Sitta," but they didn't have that either, so I settled on "Ice, Ice Baby." It went fine. I still know all the words and the tempo, but not knowing exactly when to come in made it kinda hard. Also, the vocals were super quiet compared to the instruments, which is not ideal for karaoke... or is it? Maybe that was the plan. Have people come up and have fun singing without embarrassing themselves too much or subjecting other people to their terrible voices, since nobody care really hear them anyway.
We know the guy whose birthday it was because our kids go (or went, rather) to school together, and it was very much a parent party. The stated time was 6:00p-8:00p, and around 7:50p a bunch of people were like, "Time to go relieve the sitter." The birthday boy said to me, "I feel like I should organize an after party, but also... I'm officially old now!" There was no way we staying out any later. S usually goes to sleep around 9:00p, and I had a football game to watch. Also, although our kids are old enough to not need a sitter anymore, we don't like to leave them home alone too long.
Alright, that's all I got for today. Until next time...
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