A Magical Evening With the Party Crasher

This weekend Ian and I went to a party with our friend Jeff Kirby, and boy! It was gnarly, to say the least! He told it was going to be a "cabaret" themed birthday party, which sounded lame, but nothing else was really going on, so we went. We arrive at the house, expecting to see some goofballs dressed in goofy dresses and fake eye lashes, and instead what we got was pure gold.

Instead of lame-o's, in even lamer costumes, we ended up raging with the entire burlesque dancer community of Seattle! This is "Shang Hai", she dances at various cabaret clubs on any given night of the week. I immediately fell in love with her, only to have my heart broken later on in the night.

Here is Ian being put into a head-lock by a dancer named "James Blonde". She is actually 4'11'', but wears the biggest heels possible to become way taller. You can see her at The Can Can on weekends with her troupe that I forgot the name of, but I remember it was dumb.
Here is me pouting under the Magical Theater after seeing "Shang Hai" making out with a girl, and realizing I might not be "her type".
The night ended with a very scandalous dance floor, and us getting home way too late. While we both had a blast, I think Ian might be alone next time he wants to go Party Crashing with Jeff. I'll stay home and ice my body from this past weekend.

nightmares

I had a dream the other night that I was 3 years old and was playing with my invisible puppy 'Oppie' and then there was a very scary woman trying to get me. This is a recurring dream.

I also had another dream that my car got towed.

And marius had a dream that he got stabbed.

Exercise your right

So the cat has been pretty interesting lately. It seems like wherever I go, everybody's talking about this sad little kitty. There has been lots of confusion surrounding her, though. With all of the different names she has picked up since Casey got her, no one seems to know what to call her.. and I don't think she knows what to respond to. So we're going to settle this shit for good: we're going to have a vote.


Please choose one of the following:

A. Oatmeal
B. Billy Corgan
C. Silly
D. Seal
E. Keekers
F. Minky
G. Meal
H. Goatwheel
I. Socks/Sucks
J. ________ (Other)

HOTTEST CAT IN THE CD/GREATER SEATTLE AREA

2 MUCH SILLY.

House Tats

The idea was brought up that we, the tenants of Kid's Cave, should get Kid's Cave tattoos. Now I'm not a sports kind of guy, but I wouldn't mind this..
If this was seriously considered, I think I would make a couple of changes. First, the weight of the letters are kind of flimsy. I would beef up the letters a little and add a swash to the top of the K, echoing the bottom of the C.
Sorry, I just get excited about type sometimes. Other times it disappoints me.
With love

State of The Union: Kid's Cave

Life has been pretty darn good over hereon our end of things. We have all been pretty busy with our assorted ordeals, but still manage to sneak in a nice meal together from time to time. These are some amazing nachos we all ate, courtesy of Schandrew, last Sunday night. A relaxing time was had by all as a mixture of our young laughter and Young Marble Giants filled the room.

"Yum!"- Ian J.

Last Sunday we had a house meeting and determined the need for chore assignments. Ever since then, shit's been off the hook around here. Look at Ian's lovely job he did on the dining room!
If he could only manage to keep his room so nice...

I got a new tattoo. It didn't hurt so bad.

Lot's of awesome musical creation is going on down in our basement, as Andrew and Schanen are a couple of weeks away from creating a chart-topping album about nature and crap. Be on the look out for shows and a split album with Robin and Emily soon.

Finally! The sun is starting to come out as spring begins shows it's beautiful face! That means lots of fun and biking and parties in the park! I'm going to revive the career of my lovely Mercier road bike! Can't wait!

Hopefully we can all jam at the beach and in the sun in the upcoming weeks!

Peace and Love, Bro.

At school, kind of doing homework...

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

XOXOXO,

YOUR PALS AT THE KID'S CAVE

HAPPY VALENTINE'S D

KISS ANYTHING THAT MOVES, MAKE A CARD, EAT CHOCOLATE, EAT SPAGHETTI, CALL YR MOM, TAKE A ROMANTIC NAP, GO SWIMMING IN RED BOARD SHORTS WITH HEARTS ON EM. DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO LIVE UP TO CUPID'S HIGH STANDARDS ON THIS HOLIDAY OF HOLIDAYS! CUPID IS MY HOMEBOY, PEACE!

XOXO
IAN J

Uh-oh.

TAX SEASON

How are people doing with their taxes? It seems as if many people are buzzing about their exciting tax returns. Ian's going to get a Prada bag with his loot, Schanen speaks longingly of a mink coat, and Andrew has had a passionate look in his eyes ever since we went to the La-Z Boy Outlet Mall. As for me, I have no idea the amount the government will return to me! I hope it's plenty of cash so that I can take a fun trip to the Bahamas or NYC.

Your pal,

Casey

OBAMA'S WORLD

Man, I've been pretty stressed about this caucus stuff the past month, or so. See, I'm an Obama man. Plain and simple. I feel he represents a time of old in America that we have sorely missed since the 2000's started. I want some 20th century politics! I want a president who inspires hope! I want a president who inspires big ideas! I want a president who inspires pizza party and movie night! Can't you see Barack being so down with Baseketball drinking game? C'mon, people! The only problem with supporting this guy is every time I read the news, I have a heart attack. One minute he's winning, the next he's losing, one minute he's quitting smoking, the other he's bickering with Hillary. Please win from here on out, Barack. It's for the good of man, the good of the nation, and most importantly, it's for the good of the Kid's Cave.

I'm Casey Catherwood, and I approved this message.

cool fun

Casey keeps leaving his Clipse CDs in my computer. It's pretty cool.

Speaking of musicians who used to sell drugs and all of their songs are about cocaine, come and see Flexions at the Fun Club on Saturday.

Just kidding, not actually drug dealers.