littlewashu: (claudius)
So I fell down a LiveJournal rabbit hole yesterday, and have been doing it again this is morning. (This morning I'm at work, so that's bad. I should stop doing that.)

I've been reading stuff from c. 2003. I wrote so much! I had so much ENERGY. I was HAPPY or DEPRESSED or EXCITED or ENRAGED and I felt everything so freaking STRONGLY! Go young Washu!

I'm also amazed at how much I've forgotten. Apparently I stopped seeing Mambo because he wanted me to be his girlfriend? I totally did not remember that! Stuff about my old job, too. I really ought to write things down more often, so that I can remember them properly when I'm even older and lazier than I am now.

(I also ought to backup my LiveJournal.)

SO ANYWAY let me tell you about right now: Chris has been gone since Friday, he's in the Poconos to murder a deer via bow. I had a nice time when he was gone! I mean I miss him of course (so does Indiana, I can tell) but in some ways it's nice to be alone for a little while. I was super productive for the first few days. That sorta trailed off but hey, whaddaya gonna do. It's hard to go to work AND take the dog for a long walk AND get myself fed AND also do stuff around the house. All by myself. So eh, whatever.

I spoke to him a little while ago, he was on the road home. (He is probably home by now.) And he was like "I was thinking of having the guys over . . . " and my heart sunk. He meant Saturday though, which is okay. Tonight I sort of want him to myself. (Though I'll bet dollars to donuts that someone will "stop by" at some point. Dollars! To donuts! I do not know what that idiom means, really!) And I realized that it's not so much that I want Chris to be gone sometimes (though I do enjoy my Kerry Time, always have,) it's that there are always people coming over when he's home. And that's not the worst thing in the world really (though sometimes it is,) but it's nice to always have it be MY decision whether I'm hanging out with someone or not. I did have Mitch over one night, and drinks with my old work buddy Adam one time (though he was gone by like 7:30,) but I think that's it. Oh I also had drinks with my OTHER old work pals, but that was over before 8 as well.

(Although if Chris still wasn't home tonight, I was going to try to get myself invited over to Kevin & Kathy's for dinner tonight, so that I didn't starve. And also so that I could hang out with them, and with Haley.)

Anyway. Now he's home and Kerry's vacation is over. As with every vacation, though I had a good time, I am glad that things will be getting back to normal. The phone reception at the house in the Poconos is not so hot, and phone conversations were frustrating and unsatisfying. Also I would like to get laid.

OH WAIT I also have to tell you about this cute thing that Indiana did:

Last night we went for our walk at night (she didn't even seem to mind that it was raining!) and then we came home and sat on the couch to watch Thursday Night Footbaw. Indiana is always a snuggly beast, and this time she was especially nuzzly. She came over and curled up and nuzzled nuzzled nuzzled my legs and the afghan and &c and then just looked up at me. I looked down at her and her nose was pointed up at me and we looked at each other for a moment or two like that and then I said "Hello," and she immediately went "slrp!" and kissed me, quick, on the lips. And then nuzzled her way under the blanket. Good god that dog is adorable.
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - pleasant)
My future husband's step-sister's husband's mom owns a bakery in the city in which I work. I stopped by during my lunch break to drop off a check for the wedding pies, and met her. She was SO nice and friendly and smiley, and when I expressed amazement that she was able to stay so skinny, working in a place that smelled so good, she gave me cookies, and a pumpkin pie! Life is good.

Eight more days until the wedding! I have a ton of stuff that I'm going to attempt to get done today and tomorrow. Saturday we're driving up to Vermont for my friend Nick's wedding, and won't be back until Monday. On the one hand, it's sort of a shame that I don't have this last weekend in which to accomplish things; on the other, I can't do anything from Vermont, so it means I get to RELAX. And that is the greatest unexpected pumpkin pie of all.
littlewashu: (white debbie)
Chris and I rented a house in Alburg, Vermont for a week in December. I'd like to take a day trip up to Montreal: it's only 60 miles away, and I've never been to Canadia.

Does anyone have any recommendations on something to do, or to see, or to eat? Will we be okay not knowing ANY French whatsoever?

Any suggestions are welcome.

Thanks much,
littlewashu: (toshiro mifune in his car)

I'm up at 3:30am because I always leave packing until the last minute because I am a dummy. But who cares! Tomorrow I am flying to Amsterdam and it is going to be totally sweet.

It is supposed to rain every freaking day that we are there! Booooo. Please hope for us that the weather changes. A little sun, perhaps? Some rain-free days? I don't know what rain is like in Amsterdam. Hopefully it's just drizzle. Yeah, it'll just be drizzle.

I suppose I should just throw some more stuff in my suitcase and call it a night. I have stuff to do tomorrow morning. Like drop Henry off at a boarding place! Oh man oh man oh man, I hope that he just deals with it and does not freak out on the poor kennel people. Hopefully he will be soothed by the easy listening music, and will enjoy the room service. (I am not even kidding, these are real "features" of this place.)

I'm taking along my journal from 1998, when I went to Europe for the first time. I'm going to fill in the rest of the book. It was strange, to read some of it earlier this evening. Man, college-kid-me! You are so dramatic sometimes. And yet, not as unlike today-me as I thought you were going to be.


I should go to bed to ensure that I wake up tomorrow when I am supposed to.

Please pray for no rain! Keep an eye on the US for me whilst I'm gone.

Kerry (Washu)
littlewashu: (the polyphonic spree)
Hello everyone!

I am at my new job! I sort of have nothing to do for the next twenty minutes so I'm updating.

Last week I went to Jamaica for the wedding of the one and only Michelle to the irrepressible Teege. We were in Ochos Rios, at the Riu resort. I'd never done the blue-ocean thing before (the farthest south I've ever been is South Padre Island in Texas), and I've never done the all-inclusive thing before. I think the whole world should be all-inclusive. Picking up a drink (or two) for the road every time I wanted to walk someplace that was more than 200 feet away was the shizznit.

I didn't burn! I had done the tanning salon thing (gasp!) for a month and a half beforehand, and I was careful whilst I was there, and I only got a little pink on my shoulders, which faded after a day. I don't think I can make you understand how amazing that is. I do not tan, man, I just don't do it. I didn't think I could do it. But it turns out I can! And I like it when my legs are not translucent! I still don't trust the sun, though. I like the sciencey nature of going into a booth and knowing exactly how long I have to spend in there, and exactly what that'll do to me. The sun is unscientific and it frightens me.

The vacation was very leisurely, and the then the ceremony was casual yet beautiful (just like Michelle.)

(click for more pics plz thx)

Congratulations, Michelle and Teege! I love you both so much, and I am so so happy to see you married. You appreciate each other, and that sounds so trite unless you know them both, and know how insane and wonderful they both are. Congratulations, guys.
littlewashu: (tim gunn)
Hey, guys: I'm planning a trip to California, and I found similar flights for similar prices on Southwest, and American Airlines. Is one going to be way more pleasant than the other? I don't think I've flown either one.
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Hey, so last weekend. Last weekend Jeff and Michelle and Dr. Kimberly Liss, PharmD and I went to Ocean City, Maryland. See, we were supposed to go up to Vermont to visit our friend Nick (we all went to college together, and were tight as all get-out, especially sophomore year). But Nick cancelled on us because he's just bought a house and "has no furniture" or some shit. We decided we were going to go on vacation anyway. So we picked Ocean City, Maryland. Kim and I had never been, and I think being at a shore town in a cold season is neat.

Friday night, Michelle and Jeff and I drove down to Kim's new condo in Abingdon, Maryland. It took us less than two hours. She and her boyfriend Keith have this AMAZING condo. It's three floors, and has a finished basement with a fireplace, and two bedrooms, and two bathrooms (the one in the basement is unfinished (no sink, just a bottle of Purell) and is "Moops' bathroom". Moops is their cat. He is named after the Seinfeld episode. His full name is Moopstipher). It is beautiful and new and clean and grown-up, just like Kimliss. Man, I really love Kimliss. We never call each other and never talk, but she's still one of my best girl friends and she's gorgeous and brilliant and quiet and laughs a lot. And Keith is the Cutest Boyfriend Ever. Seriously.

We got gourmet pizza and watched Trading Spaces and played 20th Anniversary Edition Trivial Pursuit. There were five us, and they made me be on a team all by myself. Bastards. We all fell asleep before the game was over, but if you divide the pie pieces by the number of players on each team, WHICH I THINK YOU SHOULD, then I won.

The next morning we woke up whenever we woke up. Oh hooray vacation, sweet sweet lazy vacation. We drove to OC, which took us less than three hours. We listened to Mitch Hedberg on the way. Seriously, this guy -- have you heard of him? No? I'll bet you have. Everybody has heard of this guy SEPARATELY. It's amazing. You talk to somebody, you're like, "there's this comedian, he talks a little weird and just does these . . . sort of one- and two-liners . . . " and then the person goes "I saw a guy like that once, does he have longish hair and talks like this: ____" and dude, that's the guy! Everybody knows him! But no one's heard of him from anyone else, everyone's found him on their own, kinda! I saw him on a couple talk shows, like Leno or something. And on the cd he did the thing about how P.S. this is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were missing or something, and Jon quoted that once! Apparently he tours the southwest a lot. Like Trading Spaces, and unlike the McDonald's breakfast menu, Mitch Hedberg is the universal . . . um . . . something. That everybody likes. He's the Universal Togetherinator.

So we checked into our hotel. The hotel looked real swank on the website, and turned out to be less swank, and more shady. Which I didn't mind even a LITTLE bit, though, because we were only there for two nights, and shady and cheapish is a lot more interesting than expensive and boring. And the place was clean and everything was fine, it was just a little old. The "atrium" in the center of the hotel had "exotic birds" in it, which meant parrots in cages. Bad for the parrots, perhaps, but entertaining for us. They had nameplates. One pair was Fred and Wilma. A blue macaw was named Wizar. I don't remember any of the other ones. Oh and there was a little fake stream, with HUGE koi in it. And a pool and two hot tubs and a sauna, but we didn't go in those.

We were right on the ocean, we had a gorgeous view from our balcony. I'll post some photos later so that you can see.

Wanna know what we did all weekend? Nothing. Not a damn thing. We went out to eat, that's it. It was great. We slept late, we started drinking early. Jeff and I smoked a lot. We watched football. We played Rummy. We ate a lot of crab, and man was it good. Maryland = crabs, I don't know if you guys all know that or not. Kim and I had "seafood skins" at this place called Seacrets that had sand on the floor -- scallops and shrimp and imperial sauce and melted cheese (and maybe bacon, I forget) on potato skins. OH MAN WERE THEY GOOD. We only ate one each, and brought them back to the room. I also had jerk chicken, and brought that back to the hotel too. The room had a kitchenette! A small refrigerator, a small oven, sink, microwave, and toaster. We also had crab toast, which is crab meat and imperial sauce and cheese on pizza dough. OH MAN. We finished THAT at the restaurant. My parents don't really eat seafood, which means that I never ate seafood as a kid, so I'm still new at it. But good seafood is GOOD, and I like it more every time I have some.

We also went to a place called Big Pecker's.

I like shore towns when it's not shorey weather. It's neat. We went on the beach and it was cold and we all had scarves. It was beautiful. I have such attractive friends. We went on the boardwalk at night, but none of the places on the boardwalk were open during the winter. We went to a bar called the Green Turtle and had amazing food again, mm, those wings. And more crab toast. And crab dip. Michelle played pool with strangers.

At Seacrets, they had a "nightclub" section where a band was "playing". The drummer totally, totally, wasn't drumming, and the video kept showing a closeup of him not drumming (he was too busy singing). The bass player ruled, though. He reminded me of this old guy on my work gang in Maryland, when I worked for Amtrak. Michelle ended up talking to this big, round man, who turned out to know her dad (apparently EVERYONE in Ocean City Maryland knows Michelle's dad). Old men at bars are always drawn to Michelle, which is amazing, because Michelle is perfectly content to talk to old guys, and most attractive twenty-something girls aren't. How do the old guys know? I spent an entire night during Spring Break hanging out with a bunch of golfers in their forties.

So that was our vacation. It was relaxing and unrushed and unplanned. It was beautiful. We drove home Monday around one and were back with plenty of evening left to relax before work on Tuesday. Most of all it was so good to hang out with Michelle and Kim and Jeff altogether again. I never see Kim, I see Michelle once or twice a month, and Jeff is pansier and quieter when he's only hanging out with girls, so I only see "him" once or twice a month, too. I'm just so amazingly comfortable with these people, even when Michelle was bitching about the hairdryer being broken. I love these guys, seriously. I can't wait to go up to Vermont, whenever we get around to doing that.
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Fjellanger and I had tentatively decided ages ago that we would see a Mariners game on Saturday; I wanted to see SafeCo Field, and I hadn't been to a baseball game all season. But they lost to the Angels 7-1 or something on Friday, and we made new plans to see a sporting event Saturday night, so we scrapped the ballgame plans (they ended up beating the Angels that day after all, the bastards). Saturday morning we had McDonald's breakfast, because McDonald's breakfast is one of the best damn breakfasts to have the morning after drinking. Diner food is good too, but not as swift. I think maybe it's the grease that cures what ails ya. Fjellanger went while I took a shower and whatnot, and get this -- the menu is different! OMG! I thought McDonald's was supposed to be universal, was supposed to unite us as nation! The number 5 over there is BREAKFAST BURRITOS!! I don't even think we HAVE breakfast burritos at the McDonald's over here! Man, what an exciting vacation discovery! Seriously, though.

We went to Marymoor park, because I said I wanted to be outside and people-watch. We found the RC field, where all these dudes had radio-controlled planes. It was rad, they were doing tricks and stuff. And there was a sign that said "PILOTS AND THEIR ASSISTANTS AND ALSO THEIR DOGS ONLY" because it seemed like everybody there had a dog. Also there were RC helicopters, which didn't seem as fun, because they just went up and down, up and down. Fjellanger took this opportunity to explain how helicopters work, or something, I'm not sure, I wasn't really paying attention.

He tried to show me a lake, but he couldn't find it. So we went to a grocery store and bought strawberries to eat. Just as it was in New Orleans, my appetite was way down from all the pot I wasn't smoking. Then I think we took naps, I took lots of naps, which is as it should be, because I was on vacation, and that's what vacations are all about, napping.

That evening we went with Doug and Naomi to see a UW football game. They're the Huskies. (Yoo Dub, not Doug and Naomi, that would be just mean.) They say "dawg" a lot. (UW paraphenalia, not Doug and Naomi.) Oh man does that rule. Dawg. And there's a real live Husky that they showed on the big screen, he has some froo-froo name like Prince Renoir-Lafayette, except froo-frooer. I asked Doug if anyone had ever stolen him like they do in those crazy teen sex comedy movies, but he said he didn't think so. There were MAD people going to the game, and they were all old, which I thought was really weird. Rutgers has a really really shitty football team, AND it probably doesn't have as locally-concentrated an alumni population, so we don't get that many old heads at our games. Or maybe we do, what the fuck do I know, I never went.

I had a Polish dog. It was Band Day, which meant that there were three million local high school bands there for halftime; more importantly, it meant that there were lithe highschool CHEERLEADERS milling about near where we were eating our Polish dogs. In very short skirts. And we were sitting on the ground. I'm going to jail.

The stadium was big and gorgeous. So big, and so gorgeous. It's about twice as high as the Rutgers stadim (okay, I went a few times), and we were real high up. The right side was open, and beyond that was . . . water. Again, not sure what body of water it was, but boats could pull up and watch the game supposedly, though I don't see what kind of angle they would have . . . the city was to the left, and the gorgeous university buildings stuck out. The university is gorgeous, by the way. The sun set over the city; as it did it turned the water lavendar and the boats a pale green. Then the moon came up. Oh. My. God. It was a full moon that night, and the moon came up big and orange over the MOUNTAINS. Like, it comes up from behind the mountains, which take a jagged bite out of the bottom; then it rose a little above and painted an orange streak on the water. Man. What a ridiculously beautiful football game. It was cold and we all had blankets, I sat on one. I talked to Doug about football a little, and man oh man did I like Doug and Naomi, a whole freaking lot. We got along real real well and talk came easy and . . . yes. Very nice, very nice indeed, and I'm so glad they invited us.

The halftime show was pretty impressive; the whole fucking field was FILLED with bands. It was fun to watch the white gloves of the conductors or drum majors or whatever, they weren't in sync very much. And then all the cheerleaders came into the middle of the field with shiny pompoms and danced to (swear to God) Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time". It actually looked pretty cool, and my amusement knew no bounds. Oh, and UW has a he-uge marching band -- they made a gigantic "W" out on the field in the beginning, it was very precise-looking and very big -- but they have a really really small dance/cheerleading team. Which was fine, because we were up so high we coudn't see their abs them anyway, but you know. At the Rutgers games, that's pretty much all I watched the whole time.

And the Huskies won! By like a million! It was a lot of fun to watch, they beat the crap out of the Wyoming Cowboys. Then we crept back across the river at about -5mph, MAN is traffic in Seattle a bitch. I fell asleep on the way home. It was . . . my best night there, I think maybe (sorry Elvis!). And no alcohol the whole day! See, I'm not a drug fiend after all.
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Man, I keep not talking about Seattle and it's been almost a month and I'm starting to forget so here we go!


That night we went to Jillians, which is a big huge bar with pool tables and . . . um, other things I guess. But we just hung out by the pool tables. In attendance were -- you ready for this? -- [ profile] quent, [ profile] famousmark, [ profile] lordship, [ profile] counterfeitfake, [ profile] strangea, [ profile] hybrid1013, [ profile] banomi, and Doug. And Matt and Melissa, but I didn't talk to them much because I didn't really know them.

We played pool, some of us poorly. Like me, I played poorly. One of my games was decided by an accidental sinking of the eightball, or maybe it was a scratch on an eightball shot; I can't remember, nor can I remember if that caused me and my partner to win the game, or lose it. I think win. Nor can I remember who my partner was that game; first game was Abbie and she pretty much carried the team the whole time. Pee ess I was drinking.

Everybody was so unbelieveably nice and we all got along famously. And you know, that's something, isn't it? All these people I've never really met, don't really know all that well, and we all got along famously. It was a lovely night, and almost everyone got trashed on my behalf. [Mark and Quentin did their best to make up for those who didn't drink.] I was touched. Oh and one time I went up to the bar to get drinks, but I had four, which were too many for my girly hands? And a cute girl sitting at the bar first tried to offer help with my arrangements, and then when it was clear that it would not be physically possible for me to transport all of the drinks at once, she grabbed a couple for me and walked them over! Isn't that sweet? People in the northwest are so nice!!!!1

Doug drove because he's really awesome. He has an Explorer and man, I don't think I've ever been in one before, not in the back anyway -- THEY'RE FUCKING HUGE. Jesus. No one needs a truck BIGGER than this truck. I'm so happy Ford stopped making the Excursion. Anyone who bought an Excursion should be shot in the eye. So anyway he has this truck full of drunken lunatics, and he got pulled over! Oh man! We all got very quiet, and the cop made him step outside and take a sobriety test, but Doug was fine, and the cop let us be on our way. No ticket. Rock. Everyone was dropped off safe and sound, and I passed the fuck out. I drank water and took ibuprofen, though, so the next morning was o-kay!
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So I arrived at the airport and dismbarked and rode the monorail or tram or whathaveyou over to baggage. OH so one of the male flight attendants, right? He appeared rather . . . gay. Frosted tips, cute square glasses, stereotypical speech and hand movements. I was waiting for the monorail tram thingy, and so were the flight attendants from my flight; said gay dude strolled up and said to one of the female flight attendants, in reference to her pocket book, "that is the CUTEST bag!" Man. Stereotypical gay guys fucking rule.

I walked to baggage claim, and finally met Fjellanger in the flesh. You will be pleased to know that he doesn't look all scary and severe like his userpics that I hate; and he's more interesting and funny than most of his journal entries might imply. Thank fucking goodness, because otherwise it was going to be a long five days.

He drove us back to his condo. He took a wrong turn or something; I think he was distracted by how gorgeous I am in real life. I had a drink at his place. It was 12:07, which is after noon, and WAY after noon Eastern time, which was where I started, and besides, I was on vacation! Vacations are for drinking. Then we went to the Space Noodle*. It's right next to that music museum that that guy made, which I guess is ugly if it's in your city, but if you're just walking by it, it's really cool to look at. We went to the top of the Noodle and looked at stuff. A German cameraman filmed us looking through the binoculars, which means that we're going to be on German TV, so if you see me, tape it, thx. The weather was BEAUTIFUL, as it was to be for the entirety of my trip. Know why? Because me and God, man? We're like THIS. And He wanted me to enjoy my vacation, because He knows how miserable I am at my job. Thanks, God! Oh also, I don't know if You noticed, there, Big Guy, but it's eighty-eight freaking degrees here in New Jersey. And also October. Right. Just thought that might have slipped by.

ANYWAY, the Space Noodle was awesome, but there's not a lot I can say about it. OH yes I can! Man, the mountains again. Mountains freaking everywhere. Like, here's the thing: they're at the horizon. You look out, and there they are, like someone painted them on the back wall. I . . . I just can't get over that shit. We don't have that here. We have . . . I don't know. Trees. And flatness. You look at the horizon, and there's . . . there's nothing painted on the back wall. No one took the time. And then there's RAINIER, which the locals refer to as simply "the mountain," and which is 90 miles from Seattle but looks closer because it's so goddamned tall. (These were all facts from the inside of the Space Noodle. And what's funny? Is that last night I was talking to my dad and he told me about how when HE went to Seattle, he had the flu or pneumonia or something for either eleven or twenty-one days, he can't remember, and it was gray and overcast the entire time until the very last day when the clouds parted and THERE was Rainier, and he said that it looked real close, but that's just because it's so big, and really, it's far away. Man, Dad.) Mount Rainier looks like it's FLOATING out there, and it's got GLACIERS on it and it's gorgeous and Eric said "do you want to go to a mountain one of the days you're here?" and I said "YES" and he said "which one? There's ____ or ____ or Mount Rainier" and I said "RAINIER PLEASE" because there it is, man, just sitting there, chillin' chillin'. Man. Mountains.

[Oh and also Eric pointed out the pier on which Real World Seattle took place, the one where the black dude smacked the crazy girl right in the freaking face. MAN I hated that guy. I didn't watch that particular Real World when it was on as a series, but one time senior year Henky and I got caught in a marathon and we sat there, all day, in our pyjamas, and watched the whole entire thing. Kim and Keith came over to meet Henry, because he was new and cute then, and Henky and I just sat there and watched Real World in our pyjamas and talked to Kim and Keith during the commercials. But the point of this paragraph was that when I was in New Orleans, Slick and/or Scrow pointed out the Real World house THERE, so now I've seen the locations of two Real Worlds. Whoopee.]

Inside the Space Noodle was lots of stuff to read, and a lot of it was sciency, which was good because (as you may know) I'm a scientist, and Fjellanger is a . . . um . . . well he's not a damn thing I guess, did you know he hasn't even graduated COLLEGE yet? He can't even say he's a college graduate. He tries, but it just comes out "I'm a college gagaguwa". But he IS a nerd, so we ate that shit up. We didn't eat at the restaurant because I guess it's a little too rich for Fjellanger's blood, and he's unemployed and doesn't even have a degree, so I guess I understand.

Then we ate at Dick's, which is a hamburger place that's real cheap and I liked it. You have to pay ten (five?) cents for ketchup, and it comes in the leetle Solo cups that I use to make Jell-O shots. That means that somebody has to do that every morning, fill up eight million little Solo cups with ketchup, and then put the tops on, and that part is a BITCH, I know from all my Jell-O shot makin'. I wonder if I would like the squirting-in-the-ketchup part, though, I bet I would.

After Dick's we went to the Pike Place Market, which is where they throw the fish. We didn't see them throw fish, though, they just threw crabs, which weren't as impressive. Maybe if they were alive, and snapping, that would be cool. But they did holler in unison. And they had crab legs there that were like three feet long, I swear. Seriously. Gihugic. Ridiculous. They looked like legs from some shit at the Museum of Natural History or some shit. They apparently belonged to Alaskan King Crabs, maybe. And I was talking about how freaking big they were, and I said "fuck" or something, and there was a lady with a camcorder right in front of me, and right after I dropped the F-bomb she shut her camera off and went away. Oops! I guess I need to watch my mouth in public.

Also at the PPM (as Scrow likes to call it) were various little booths of various stuff, and your street musicians, and OH MAN fucking flower vendors. These flowers . . . were amazing. Simply amazing. The colors blew me away, and everything was so BIG, there were these things that I think were called sunflowers, but they didn't have the big blank spot in the middle, they were filled with feathery petals. And there were these purple flowers that formed a big ball, they looked like . . . you know those balls that you unfold, they're made of tissue paper and they're flat and then you unfold them and clip them the other way and then they're a ball? I have one for Thanksgiving that's a turkey, so his head is cardboard, and his body and tail are this tissue paper thing . . . man, either you know what I'm talking about or you don't, that's the best I can do. Anyway, that's what these purple flowers looked like, they were tight and the petals looked all woven together . . . gorgeous, everything was gorgeous. The ol' PPM is a great place for looking, and man, if there's one thing I like about Life, it's the looking. So many people, and flowers, and wreaths of chile peppers that are so bright and shiny . . . and downstairs there was this store, man. I couldn't stop thinking about Jon while I was in there, and how much he would have liked it. They had all these old prints, originals and reproductions . . . amazing art, I guess a lot from the Forties? Maybe? I don't know shit about it. But all these old prints, advertisements and posters and stuff . . . if I lived in Seattle, my whole house would be covered with that shit, but the things were too big to take on the plane, and besides, I'm broke.

Fjellanger bought blueberries, and we sat on some grass in the sun and ate some, I don't think I had ever had a blueberry before, even though I live right by Hammonton, New Jersey, which, as everyone knows, is the Blueberry Capitol of the World. There was a parasailor in the water out there (there were waters all over the place, rivers and sounds and lakes, and I couldn't keep the damn things straight), as well as a cruise ship, and we tried to brainstorm ways to sneak on, but we didn't really come up with much. OH I just thought of one! We could have hidden inside a laundry cart, maybe, underneath the sheets. No, wait, they probably do all the laundry on the ship. Dammit.

On our way out of the city, we were in some wicked traffic. And this fine-looking brunette pulled up next to us in a cream-colored car, old school, it was real nice, and then I noticed it was a DODGE DART! That's what I want! That's my car! I've been talking about Impalas more because it seemed like a Dart would be hard to find, but man! I leaned out the window and said "I like your car," and she said "thanks," and I said "what year is it?" and she said "sixty-four." Dude, THAT'S MY YEAR! Seriously! I immediately regretted that I hadn't said "what is that, a sixty-four?" because then I bet I could have gotten her number, right? Don't you think? But I didn't and I didn't and she crept away.

Traffic in Seattle seems to be a real bitch.

*P.S. It isn't my idea to call the Space Needle the Space Noodle, it's Jeff's. Isn't it funny, though?
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"I love flying". That's what I kept thinking that I would title my first LiveJournal entry about my Seattle trip. "I love flying". You're not supposed to, you're supposed to hate it, but I love it. I discovered five days later that I'm more blase about it when I'm heading away from mountains, and my vacation, but you know. Flying's still pretty great.

Last Friday -- not this past Friday, silly, the one before that, the 20th -- I got on a plane at eight in the morning. Mitchell drove me to the airport WAY before dawn, oh MAN was it dark out, so as thanks I cooked him breakfast in the morning. Five forty-five is early for so much bacon, and it made our tummies hurt a little, but it was still good.

I was torn up until the last second whether or not to check my bag -- "I'm going to check it, no, no, I'll take it as carry on, no, no, I'll check it" and in the end I decide to check it because I don't want to fucking have to deal with it, and then I saw it both loaded ONTO and then OFFFROM the plane, from my window, so my mind was at ease.

I like the taking off, I think it's scary, I think about all the things that could go wrong. I'm not scared to fly at all, not even a little bit, but my mind reminds itself that it SHOULD be thinking about all the things that could go wrong, LOTS of people are scared to fly, let's review again the reasons why. So take-offs are exciting, though not as exciting as landings.

Then in the beginning you can see neighborhoods and developments, and I critique their layout, as taught to me in Urban Planning by my snobby elitist I-don't-own-a-car-and-also-I-live-in-Princeton Urban Planning professor.

Then it gets all cloudy and boring and I discover that my $3.99 inflatable headrest was worth it definitely for sure ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzz.

Then they serve breakfast, and did I mention the flight wasn't even close to full? I'm not sure I've ever been on a flight that wasn't full before, but man was it fantastic. No one sitting next to me, so I could put my stuff on the seat. No one behind me, so I could recline without worry. And the food came fast.

While I was eating, I looked out the window. There was a soft carpet of clouds below us, way below us. And then I saw a speck! A dark speck, just above the carpet of clouds. Teeny tiny, a tinyster black speck, moving very very slowly, but very very straightly, towards the plane, but way underneath it. I was mesmerized. I was sure it was a UFO of some kind. I watched it carefully, and it moved slowly, but in such a straight line! So direct! It began to disappear under the plane, I had my forehead squished up against the window. Finally finally, just before it disappeared, its shape began to be discernible: it was a plane! A jet, just like the one I was in! I could see the wings!

Man, can you imagine how far BELOW us it must have been? To be "aligned" with us for so long, as we were zooming though the air at hundreds of miles an hour? To be nothing but a SPECK, a mere dot, a big huge plane reduced to a mere dot? We must have been SO HIGH UP. I'll tell you what man, airplanes still amaze me. That not only have we figured out how to fly, we can get HUNDREDS of people up in the air at the same time, we can feed them FRENCH TOAST and give them a decent bathroom and have them fall asleep and read and talk and watch movies! We can throw this huge piece of steel up in the air and it will stay there for HOURS at a time! Amazing, simply amazing. Teleportation should be right around the corner. I can't wait.

OH and then the mountains! Later I was awake again, for Coke and pretzels, and there were mountains outside, although I knew they weren't really mountains. The stupid flight attendant didn't know where we were. But they were beautiful, hills I guess, and you could see rivers, and farms, and how the rivers went through the mountains, and how the farms came up to the mountains and then had to stop, jagged edges. And the hills would turn into flat and then hills again and then REAL mountains, REAL ones this time with snow and everything, we don't have mountains where I come from, I would say that so many times. We don't have mountains. And then I thought of all the real mountains I had ever seen, and they are the Alps in Germany, and the green mountains in Vermont, and the ones in Virginia in Shenandoah which maybe are the Shenandoah mountains, or maybe they're the Appalachians or something, but those guys aren't like these mountains, these are real moutains, all jagged rock and snow and rock and MOUNTAINS and we don't have mountains where I come from. This is about the part where I started thinking "I love flying!" and I was on vacation and almost in Seattle where they have mountains, and then we came in over the city and there were highways and lakes and bridges and houses and schoolbuses and everything just gets bigger and bigger and then you land and then you're there.

March 2015

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