Check this out. I want MK and I to do this SOOOO BAD.
I’ve never heard of it before, and it’s even been through Austin when I lived there…
Basically, you run around the city with clues and call people for help and take pictures and do challenges. I have no idea if I could even complete this thing, but I sure want to. MK is the less enthusiastic one, and I have no idea why! Here’s hoping I can convince him by October!
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You remember last week I was losing sleep over this little party. It was fine. If not terribly exciting. It did get pretty busy and we met the nice guy who for some reason seemed excited about being the social chair for the building, and also was very excited about yoga. And getting me to do yoga.
We met a firefighter who helped fight those Australian fires, which was neat. We saw two people we knew, and time flew by. I had left dinner in the oven (good escape plan) and we were done in a little over an hour and a half, full of other people’s wine that was better than what we brought (also a good plan).
The strangest thing to me about the event was that before anyone would really talk to you, they wanted to know what floor you were on. They would point to other people also on your floor that they’d met, as if that is cause for celebration and best friendships. I’m the type that doesn’t really want people to know where I’m at in case I’m doing something that’s bothersome or that I shouldn’t be…
It was a very nice party and kept with my favorite thing to do around here, meet people I’ve absolutely nothing in common with and let them talk.
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Last week’s rain was fortunate, really. I wasn’t going to leave the house anyway, and that gave me a better excuse.
Than what, you ask? Well, I went to get my hair done (with the guy I like who only dyes, no cuts) and against my better judgment let the lady try for a repeat of the great cut I got right before I left Austin. Unfortunately, when I said “heavily texturized”, she must have heard “as ugly and crappy as possibly, put a bunch of messed up uneven layers that will be impossible to style and harder to look at”. Huh.
I mostly resemble this chick,
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from Dancing with the D-elebrities, no offense if you love her, but she has some bad hair. And so do I. I’ll be in ponytails for another month, ugh.
There’s a party brewing in the building. Sounds fun, right? But what do you wear? What do you bring? How much do you drink? I’ve never lived in a building. And not one that had parties. To meet strangers. And, the median age in this place is 89, unless you’re gay. Then you’re hot, and rich, but not my type. At least that is a sign there will be good wine…
The building is getting busier and busier. That should also be good, but so far only means less parking, more people enjoying my roof, less room in the elevator, longer waiting for the elevator, and more people looking at me funny in the gym when I sing out loud. Oops.
So those will be the people I’m meeting. The ones that don’t talk in the elevator, the guy that parks in my spot – who I won’t be able to determine unless I go around asking people what they drive – which I’m considering!– etc. I’m bringing Two Buck Chuck.
I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.
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There is no perfect way to start this great, awesome, lovely story. For that, I apologize. Just stay with me.
You will remember that when AC was here, we ran around all day and shopped.
You will also remember, that I found very little, but kept trying.
Finally, recall this post, wherein I debate the creepiness of my inner voyeur.
Well, what do I get in the mail yesterday, delivered, addressed to Mrs. Famous, other than
I’m fairly certain that there has never been a better care package sent to me besides my Grandma’s cookies, which will always be #1. But this is a close second. I love mail, so this was all the more special, as was the Ghostland CD that KD sent me. I feel loved. My friends are super awesome.
Mom is a little jealous. It is kind of like we’re on a permanent vacation. Except we know it just might, someday, end. Today is not that day. Yesterday we toured every outskirt of Seattle that we’d seen from the boat to find the parks and ‘beaches’. We saw an ice cream truck, giants, and a lady that sings to the geese. Loudly. We found a State Park with a heated indoor pool and indoor tennis courts. And more beaches. I stuck my toes in the water and decided I certainly have not lived up north long enough to remember that I used to swim at Old Orchard Beach in Maine, which I think was around 45 degrees in August.
I am now fairly bronzed, and this morning treated myself to a pedicure, something I had sworn off in an effort to reduce my spending, but they’re less that 20$ here, so why not give it a go? I was a little nervous that the cheapness would result in toe fungus, and prepared to run off mid polish in necessary. However, it was even better here than in Austin. I was divinely pampered.
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Oh, what a night. Here are the highlights.
Friday night, CD picked me up straight off the ferry and we made our way over to the Old Pequliar. I have to say, I have been to more pubs in this city than any, ever. There are so many. There’s one guy coming to visit me that is going to be very, very happy to hear that. Anyway, there were a ton of people there. And a cowboy. The cowboy wasn’t with us, but he (besides his pants) was cute. So us girls, we talked about him. A lot. Since I’m the married one, it fell upon my shoulders to go hand him a phone number of one of the other girls. He wasn’t very cowboy, he was from CA. After living in TX, I think somehow that’s the only place they really come from. That about rapped that up for me.
Anyway, we proceed to play darts, my team winning 3 of 4 games. When the party dies down a little, we relocate to Belltown, a bar called the Black Bottle. I don’t know why these things don’t happen when MK’s here, but CD was hit on big time. Or something.
By a drag queen.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
Right. I have to cross watching that off my “I never” list.
If that wasn’t odd enough, there was also my first conversation with a real live LA hipster, Indian. Between the sentences “You shut up” and “Don’t go there” he talked about the weather. Yikes. There might have been a couple “No you didn’t”s, I didn’t know people still said that.
CD also had the fortune of meeting a couple whose main features were “he drives a Porsche” “this is our first date” “no, we’re married” and “this time I don’t think he’s going to hit me”. Where do these people come from?
CD also got to learn my special secret after a night out drinking, when we returned to my place, and I made spaghetti.
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There are not that many residential buildings near me. There are mostly offices in all directions, expect due south, where my windows all look. Last night (Mom’s not pleased I told my blog stalkers I was home alone!) I of course was enjoying my freedom dancing through the house in my underwear drinking and smoking and wearing face cream (only one of those is the truth…) and I could see out the window! My senses seemed more acute than ever, and well, I saw TV’s on and surely other things that my imagination has been running wild with all day long.
This leads to only one conclusion, of course, “Should I get a telescope and spy on these people even better?” I mean, if they’re leaving their windows all the way open they’re asking for it, right? In many non dirty ways, it just made me laugh. And think of Google Earth, what with the nose picking and other unassuming things I might be privy to. So, internet, is it creepy that I want to spy on people with a telescope? I’m sure it is, especially since telescopes are expensive, and I don’t like the thought of peering into a room with a dude with a telescope of his own, then hearing the phone ring…
I guess what I really want to do, and leave it at, would be the talk with the salesperson in the Sharper Image. “Which one of these can I see into that building over there with?”
There’s been some drama with me trying to eat at Pho Bac, since every time I’ve gone, it’s never been open. Granted maybe I shouldn’t go super late, or super super late, or on Monday. Everything around here seems to be closed on Mondays, I should know better. MK hates Pho, and so I was looking forward to taking RD, but that didn’t work out (super late). Today, the MIL left town via bus, and it just so happens Pho Bac is located, one block away from me, in the Greyhound Bus Terminal. I can’t explain that one for you…
Anyway, I took some spring rolls and pho to go, and am still living in bliss, with a giant tummy full of warm yummy noodle soup. It IS the best in Seattle, and I am one happy camper. Worth the wait.
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The place was completely full, every table and a line for to go pickup as well, and since MK is out of town for the weekend, if you can’t find me, this might be where I am!
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