Got some Japanese at a relatively nice place out in Bellevue with Ariana, Andrew and the rest of da crew on Friday night. The soba was mediocre. It’s a wild ride when we all get together in public. Like the kind of wild ride where we’re obnoxiously loud, probably busy teasing Sterling about her eating habits or some other habits picked up during her home schooled childhood. It’s the only way to dine.
After sushi destruction, I thought my night was over. Fat chance. I called Al to see what he was up to and he informed me that “shenadigans” had already begun in Belltown. How am I supposed to turn that down? I met up with Al (or more accurately in Michigan accent, Ale), and peeps and we shenadiganned our night at all the best douchy clubs on douche row. At our last bar stop of the evening, we ran into Eric , my current office-mate, and his whole posse. What’re the chances?! Al was my last office-mate, and it felt alittle like running into your girlfriend, when your out cheating on her with your ex, oh man, for real, it did. Ok, I have to come clean, it only made the party that much more rawkawwwws – bring the NOIZE!!! Eric’s peeps had a rooftop party going on after the bars closed that ended the night.
Fast forward though my Saturday at Bumbershoot. Notable notes? Pretty good performances, mix in some sweet mediocrity. Most notable moments: girls in rollerskates hitting each other, girls hitting each other in rollerskates and Al’s rooftop overlooking the bay. Keep fast forwarding through Sunday for Nora’s b-day at Garage Bowl, where records were broken, primarily the record for earliest afternoon drunk on 5 whiskey sours currently held by Katie. Sunday night was like a Neil Young young track about being lonely in a big city in your twenties. You can imagine.
Today, The Labor Day, I managed to head out before noon down to Capitol Hill. My errands run was thwarted when the bicycle shop was closed, and also by the fact that I can’t figure out the difference between E. Pine and Pine St. It’s actually pretty annoying. You’d think that the continuation of the road would be W. Pine, but no, its not. So my attempt to get lunch at the Baguette Box on Pine St. was unsuccessful. I ended up eating Burritos and calling Dad to see what was going down in W. Mich. I informed him of my plan to get on a boat that day to see the water and views. So began my journey down to the docks…
The Washington State Ferry system is impressive once you get on one of the ferries – They’re gigantic allowing for cars and trucks to load on and move really fast for their size. I took the earliest ferry to leave the docks to Bainbridge Island. To see the city from the boats is pretty inspiring, as in any city that affords you a view from the water. Anyone who says the space needle should be torn down in crazy, it adds way too much character to skyline to be removed.
Unfortunately, beyond the great views and fun ride, the trip didn’t elicit much excitement. Bainbridge is more like Borebridge. It’s understandable since I felt like I had been transported from a bustling metropolis to downtown Saugatuck, Michigan. It was a very quaint town. My time there lasted a short hour and a half then it was back on the next ferry and over to the tough streets of Pioneer Square where I considered scoring some H just to get the images of handcrafted jewelry and earthen pottery out of my mind.
What is “H”? Rosie is drinking out of the toilet right now. Just thought I would let you know the exciting happenings here on Dunewood Ct.
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