I'm in Seattle

[thehefner]

Land of coffee, tofu, and sold-out hippies. My cell's on only in case of emergency, since otherwise it costs a buttload thanks to Cingular Extend. So use e-mail or LJ here if you need to contact me, and I'll get back to you accordingly, otherwise call the cell if you really, really need me. I'll be back the 7th.

I may be away from the internet for the next couple of days, though, be warned. My brother's gonna take me out camping. Yes, yes, revel in the image of John Hefner "roughing it" with manly men. I'm too jet-lagged to give a shit right now.

In other news, I called my Dad up to tell him I arrived safely, and he sounded really different. I didn't recognize him at first. He was actually yelling but not realizing it, and I thought, "well he's drunk, but I didn't think he would be since I didn't get him any tonic... water..." Oh dear. Oh dear, it hit me with some evil amusement. He's been drinking gin straight. He's never done that, but now he's just that desperate. It's the only explanation for the wildly different tone. He's not simmering with manipluative venom, he's... angry. Loud. He's... Gin Drunk. It's utterly amazing. It's a whole different kind of drunk daddy for me, one I've never seen before. And all I can do is laugh for some reason.

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[fishymcb.livejournal.com]

Oh Hef...I still need to get to Seattle some day. Or anywhere farther west than Ohio...sigh. But tell me; do they still wear flannel shirts and soul patches? I want so desperately to believe it is so. Enjoy yourself, Johnny Go.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

These days, it's generally black t-shirts, Isaac-style dreadlocks, and hemp hemp hemp.