So I said that I would update on my life in seattle, but I totally am stuck/glued-to-the-hip to this blog. Maybe it’s because I pay for it…
That reminds me that I should upload things that I pay for.
Here are some songs that remind me of Seattle, not because they feel like Seattle, but because I listened to them a lot while I was here.
Cat Power reminds me of Seattle, because it was the only cd that I felt like was ever playing in Cheryl’s car. I probably listened to that thing for at least 23 hours while I was here.
Ratatat was the first show I’ve ever gone to alone. It was at Showbox Sodo. I met some cool people there, but otherwise I totally rocked it out alone (whiplash to prove it). Also, um, RATATAT??? Fucking Ace, man.
And finally, every time I ate or drove by Dick’s, I’d start singing Shake Yer Dix. I’d also shake my bag of Dick’s to it. In just tomorrow, we’re gonna go see Peaches perform at Showbox Marketplace (which I prefer to SODO) and go eat at Dick’s afterward. She’s being opened up by Amanda Blank, who is awesome (what a passive sentence). I’m totally going to cream my pants.
So, most of our plans fell through yesterday. But nevertheless, the day was awesome and exciting. It all started off with Cheryl being super groggy at me for waking her up early so that we could go running. I wanted to go at 7, but we didn’t leave until 8:30 which was awesome anyways since it was raining and it was fun to just hang out in the kitchen.
Oooh, just remembered*** On a side note–ASHLEY LONG. The pilot of my flight from the Twin Cities to Seattle, his name was Captain Kirk. Immediate lawls from the cabin and crew. Ok, back to yesterday.
We ran downtown, in the rain, and it was spectacular. I think I could have probably run all 26.2 miles just yesterday alone. I’ve forgotten how great the air quality actually is. Cheryl and I stopped for breakfast at Bacco where we unceremoniously both ordered the Norwegian Lox Eggs Benedict which I wish I had my camera to show you. It was soooooooooooo good, and I don’t even think I can even describe how awesome it was. To put it this way, I coveted every bite, drip, and crumb while I was eating it, and then every Benedict-infused-burp after.
I wanted to continue running, but instead, we walked around Pike Place, bought some shiz (oh man, I’ve already spent so much money! It’s different this time since I no longer need to be frugal) and then, arms in tow full of wares, ran to bus 4, barely making it. That’s one thing to check off my list though: running gracefully to catch the bus. I’ve always avoided running to bus before that because of embarrassment. But I ran to that bus, brazen as ever.
We then came back to Queen Anne, schlep around, and then went to Safeway to buy food for the Thanksgiving Potluck.
Trilisa and I went to hot yoga at a studio I had never gone to before. It was straight up Bikram, which I don’t mind, although I think I like Hatha more, but I couldn’t stand the instructor. She was a total bitch. Her name was Penny. I made the mistake of putting my mat close to her “stand” and she was just unfriendly and kind of a jerk. I don’t think anybody likes her. We met up with Carrie, Cheryl and Trilisa’s mentor afterwards, and all we did was gripe about Penny. She’d like clap her hands really loudly to things, yell, and create a terrible environment to practice yoga in. If I wanted to go to an aerobics class, I would have gone to the gym, thank you. Total negative Nancy/downer. If this had been my first experience to yoga, and hot yoga for that matter, I don’t think I’d come back, after her.
We got back and had Thanksgiving. Cheryl and I made green bean casserole, stuffing, and collard greens. Aaron made the turkey. Megan made horseradish mashed potatoes. Andrew and Phonexay made yams, corn, raspberry chocolate cheesecake, and pumpkin pie. Trilisa made cranberry sauce. Riz made rolls and cornbread. Alison brought a salad (haha). Tara and Patrick brought a delicious pumpkin soup. I know there were more things brought and made, but I am still trippin off of tryptophan. Although I decided not to drink, we smashed through like 9 or 10 bottles of wine.
haha, Udi.
Trilisa’s sake bomb bruise, kekekekekekeke, lol.
plate number 1 of many
It’s all for ewe, Kim.
oh, aaron
wish bonin’ (ha)
Winner!
post-dinner finger-jousting workout
Kanaeda is so beautiful! This picture makes her look absolutely ferocious though.
Today, I’m going to go arting with Phonexay, perhaps meet up with my boss, Evyan, eat lots of good food, and just hit it.
