Yesterday I helped Miles move more of his shit back from Seattle to the Island, so my day kind of started overtown.

He crashed at my place the night before, so we headed went overtown after getting a cup of coffee at a local bookstore place. We moved his shit, dealt with his semi-upset ex girlfriend and ending up getting really good Vegeterian Chinese food at place called Bamboo Gardens on Roy. It was actually really nice. One of the conversations that sparked there was about real Wasabi root, and Miles had never had it. So! We decide to swing by Uwajimaya. A trip for one sole thing becomes a much bigger event. We get the Wasabi, some amazingly fresh Uni, some Eel..etc..etc..etc. Ended up spending like 60 bucks on an assortment of delectables.

Pick up Andrew on the way back, Miles goes off and drinks with a girl who used to have a thing for me (hence why we don't go, cause Miles wants to hook up with her) and Keith, Andrew and I shit around and spend the night playing Go (god I love that game) SSBB and Rock Band. Miles shows up much later, very drunk, and then I start drinking a little bit more (avoiding it cause of the gout and Illness) Miles and I are pounding Wasabi, Uni, Quail eggs and alcohol left and right on my butcher block, when Andrew and Keith are encaptivated in a game of Go.

More Rock band, till I break the drum pads rocking out too much.
Night dwindles down, people crash, people leave, Breakfast in the morning at Brauburn with Miles cooking with the rest of them eating and that's kind where I am.

I like cataloging my life. Lets me look back in it years from now and go "Damn, that was dumb" I do that from time to time..Jeeze, some of the shit I dig up. Hoo HOOO!

So I thought yesterday was bad.
Leave it to the restaurant gods to always make it worse.
This is where it gets graphic

So then I finally wake up, make my day down to work,

still plaguing me from time to time. I'm in a terrible state. Everyone looks at me and goes "Oh shit, why are you here?" My other night cook went home sick as well, and a few other people all got hit in the same night that i did with what I had. So after awhile of getting shit done, the Chef is trying to figure out how tonight is going to work with just 2 cooks. He doesn't feel well either..and after awhile just plain sends me home. Yeah, he sent me home and he was the only one cooking a 3 person line. I didn't want to go home, but he wouldn't let me stay.

That was at 4, I've been sleeping since.

This is a total bitch entry. Please skip.
On that note, I am in so much pain.

Originally this gout thing was "Oh, this sucks, but it's more funny than anything"
Now it just fucking sucks. I am hurting. My foot is a nonstop pain now. Where before it was on and off. My left hand is hurting now. A dull, achy pain. It honestly, is discomforting to type this.

It's starting to effect me emotionally too. I can't say it's "taking away my reason to live" but in all honesty, it's stripped my enjoyment of all my favorite things. I can't eat almost any of my favorite foods. Not even fucking mushrooms! I can eat fruit, and enjoy that guilt-free, and that's it. I can't even enjoy alcohol anymore without constantly thinking "Shit..is this gonna make me feel terrible later?" I talked to Miles about it (You can't spell Smiles without Miles!) and like he pointed out, you savor those things so much more now. And he's right. Every wine I taste, ever touch of Hard A. I put to my lips I really do savor a lot more. But it's terrible. I've been literally stripped of all my favorite things. Even music, and seeing live music. I was going to go to Seattle today and see a show, but my foot hurt to bad. What did I do instead? Slept. I took a nap.

I know this is just the acute gout phase. It will pass, and I won't be in terrible amounts of pain. And like right now I shouldn't eat ANYTHING bad, and then I can in moderation..but still. It's really getting to me. I've always been so happy go lucky in that ignorant way, cause I never get sick. Nothing bugs me emotionally or physically (and when it does it's very rare) but it's like Superman getting AIDS. Knocks him down a few pegs!

The jist of it? I'm being a moany little bitch for something I did to myself. Hell. I joked that on my 21st I would get gout that night. But it was a joke. This isn't funny. It was for the first day. Not now. I really wish I could elequently (can't even spell that right) write about this so I would feel good about expression my distaste for this terrible thing, and not make it end up sounding like some bitchy angst post, but I don't have that ability. I'm a terrible writer, and my writing abilities are almost as bad as my speaking.

Life sucks, but I still love it. This is where I should go drink.
But I can't.

I had a really good night last night with Miles.
Lots of..well. We can't discuss some of it. Let's say there's a new "holiday" in my life, involving mikes hard cranberries, on march 30th.

Sweet jesus in god, I was so hung over today. So was my Prep cook, Keith(my dinner cook) and the chef. We were all in so much pain.

So throughout the day, I spend a lot of time drinking with the chef. We pass bottles of wine back and forth, drinking from the bottle. We do shots of something called the "miracle" to make us feel better. Beer..more wine..and more wine. All to ward off hang overs. I drank so much throughout the entire day.

And at some point during the day..I got the most incredible foot pain.
After having it for many hours..I start sitting down..and cracking some jokes. One of them was "Well! looks like I have the Gout!" so..I start actually thinking about that.

I make a phone call to Miles, who has Gout.
I make a call to my Mom.

I more or less know I actually have gout.
I'm fucking 20, and I have gout. This is like a badge of honor.
A painful, wretched badge of honor. Oh god my foot hurts so fucking bad. I need to get blood work done but yeah, We're all pretty sure I have gout, and I deserved it too with my life style.

Oh! My prep cook's grandpa died. She's out of comission, and I'm picking up her shift tomorrow. Sweet. 15 hour day with gout setting in? I'm gonna have a fucking blast. I shouldn't drink whiskey in the morning, but god yes I'm going to.

Fuck me. I'm exhausted from the last few days.
I'm going to do this as quickly as possible, when it's still fresh, but I'm too tired.

Saturday Debbie flew in to visit.I picked her up and showered her around some Seattle places.
We went to How to Cook a Wolf to get food, but had to wait for a table. On our way out we see Ethan Stowell (Owner/chef) and I stop to talk to him, he sends us to Bricco. We have app's at Bricco at meet Miles there. We then go back to How to Cook a Wolf. Jason the chef/whatever he is there, used to work with my boss, Sieb, and has come into Prima and I also talked to briefly. He recognized me said "hey, you're evan, siebs sous chef, let me hook you guys up with a glass of priesco(spelling..eck) so joy. We contine to have an enormous amount of food there, after...me drinking? It was a really great place. The bartender dropping of bread and yelling "Bread!" (Aaron/Elias style) it was so good. And fuck, the food. Jesus christ. So much stuff was sent out to us.

Go back to the island, wake up, get Brunch at Prima with Lucas, Rachel, Gretchen, Dave and Pete. It was a good time. So much fucking butter was consumed. I can't even begin to think about how much fat and butter I've had all week. From there we go up to deceptions pass (I'm sure Debbie will have pictures up around here..I'll link a few) and some other island spots. We end up getting some App's at Oystercatcher, and they were really fucking good. Fucking Easter by the way. Me and Debbie go back to my place and get unbelievably tanked and play rock band. God, why did I drink so much? Why did I make my guest vomit? It was just too much alcohol.

Monday..we were just hung over the entire day. Braeburn, Sushi..nothing else. Except hung over, and food.

Tuesday..oh god all over again. Food..Food, and more food. Le Pichet..then walk around pike place. Then pick up Miles..Then Union for 2 and a half hours. SO fucking good. Paul was an awesome server,and we had an awesome busser. So much good food, stuffed until we were about to pop..HEY! Let's go back to Pichet for coffee and wine! Sure, let's have some chicken liver terrine and some Rillions. God I love ending a meal with confited pork stomach.

And today..took Debbie back and work. Ugh.
I'm so tired. It was so intense, but so fucking good. And that's the fucking cliff notes. I should really go into describing each amazing meal, but I'm too tired.


:EDIT:
Debbie posted the entire thing..written much better than I, on LJ. With Pictures!
Go look!

Only on Whidbey.

As I'm biking back to my Boss's house, I see 3 wild turkeys on the other side of the road. 2 males, 1 female. And they sit there, gobbling loudly at every car that passes, not moving, just yelling at every car, like the car is committing some crime simply by driving past them.

Fucking strange.
That and, when I tried to make this post the first time, my boss's cat fucking attacked my face for some unknown reason, it was being loving and cute and then BAM! FACE! Now I'm bleeding from my eyebrow, and for some reason it was gushing for some time a lot of fucking blood. God this cat hates me. Now it's being nice again.

Jesus fuck christ.
House sitting my bosses house. His cat (formally known as my kitten when it was younger) is a damn demon. I have to play dead to make it leave me alone. And it attacks his parrot as well. The laser pointers battery is dead. I'm in trouble. It's like in a horror movie when the flashlight dies. I now know how it feels.

Anyhoo. Housesitting. My boss left me 6 bottles of really good wine. Some I will put into storage, some I will drink. 1 bottle down so far. Ugh.

Tomorrow..St.Patties...Rock band..Smash..drinking..it's gonna hurt. Now? I go read with a nice glass of wine. God life is so fucking good. i just watched the Mist too. I really liked it. End transmission.

Jesus fuck christ. What a god damn weekend. I mean, I love life and weekends, but this one was just so damn good.

Sunday I bolt from work early to meet up with Sonya at the Vandals. I miss their first song, but catch the rest of the show. They played all the classics, and then threw in a few covers. "Now, we're gonna play our favorite soundtrack song, from spider man 2. Dashboard confessional!" boooo "Oh wait..that's not our favorite song" and then they continue to play team america. Fuck yeah! It was good. They ended the show with Don't stop me/whatever the other name is for the song by Queen. That was fucking amazing. And I don't think more than 10 people know what the fuck was going on. Sonya looked at me afterwards and said "What the hell song was that?" She didn't know it was Queen. Shame.

Afterwards, I go back to Sonya's. We watch tv, shoot the shit. Pass out around 4 or in the morning, and wake up at 7. I take a nap in my car till she gets out of class. We go over to the New moon cafe..or something. Get breakfast, and then coffee at cafe vita.

I then swing back to Seattle, pick up Andrew and Miles, we meet my mom for Sushi in Mukilteo, then go back to Seattle to go to the Presidents of the USA.
On the way there we pick up some Sailor jerry's rum. We're trying to figure out what to do..in terms of how to get it into the show when Miles suggests "fuck it, lets just pound it in the car" Miles wins. We pound the rum. Miles doesn't drink so much, it doesn't settle with Andrew so much so he doesn't have much..so I do the bulk of the drinking. Oh how that hurt. So I'm feeling pretty good and we set out to go to Presidents now. Get there, I meet up with remj and chat with him for awhile. There's many jokes shot back and forth between him, and the people behind me.

The show was fucking awesome. And I have a little 30 seconds of fame. During the show they were talking about how they're only playing new songs cause it's a cd release party, and to hear the old ones come to the show at the paramount on saturday. I yell out "I WORK!" Chris replies "What..? oh you work? Where do you work?" I yell Whidbey island. "Would be island? Would be? oh Whidbey? Well. I guess if you weren't working you WOULD be at the show" Cue drum joke thingy. Hey. Want to see it? Good. Click this, at 20 minutes, there I am yelling drunk.
It was a really good show though. Lots of fun.
Waiting in line there were to girls I ended up talking to. Why? Cause I had to show one of them how to twiddle her thumbs, cause she didn't know how. Who the hell doesn't know how to do that? Honestly.
When I finally get to the end of the line to buy my shit, Chris looks at me and goes "Whidbey right?" And we all have a brief laugh. The fact I was known as "Whidbey" makes me a little sad. Slightly. The girls I was talking to also did the same thing. Puff.

Miles heads home, Andrew and I go back to his place, pour the rest of the rum in coke bottles and go to Beth's, and continue to get even more drunk. Jesus fuck. I don't even remember half the shit I did, but I know I pulled some stupid things. Like trying to fill other peoples coffee cups, with MY coffee. Woo.
That big blur was the end of the night.

Next day I go through all my dads old vinyls, and get about 80 awesome old rock stuff. I'm so fucking excited about listening to them all.
From there, I drive to Bri's. Meet her at her place, watch some T.V till Chels shows up, Kat shows up, Kat leaves, and then we continue to drink and drink..and drink. By the way Bri, the Vodka's in a bag under the dresser on the right of your computer. That helped wake me up. Fuck me. I slept in later than I should have, but it worked out ok. Either way. I can't even begin to mention how fucking awesome it was last night. Good times. Life is so good.

And today..well just hurt. All that drinking finally caught up to me. Ouch. Work was long.
Oh and..to ruin my awesome time? Pretty sure I can't go to PAX. I'm pretty heart broken about this.
Now I spend the rest of the night playing SSBB.