Olaf's - previously a gentleman's club, now a bar with an interesting hallway. |
It was incredible to see him. First, because I often feel as
though I'm being forgotten. It's hard to leave and have people correspond with
you less and less (and I'm guilty of not being particularly proactive on the
front; I can barely keep the blog up to date), so it's nice to know you're
still being talked about; in friend's minds, a place still marked on their
hearts. Second, it's always an incredibly comfortable link to my 'past' life to
see friends who became my family during my time in DC. Seeing him and laughing
for hours was amazing and it really rejuvenated me.
Part of the reason I have been in Seattle so long - doing mostly nothing - is because it won't stop fucking raining. The planned week that I was in Seattle, it was unseasonably clear, warm and sunny - unheard of for the PNW in November. When I left, I tweeted,"Dear Seattle, I left so the beautiful, unseasonably sunny days that appeared to follow are probably going to turn back to rain. I'm sorry."
My tweet was terribly accurate and it hasn't stopped raining
since I left. (Perhaps my Weather Genie powers do
still exist.) In fact, it's been raining so much and so hard, that Portland is
flooded. Portland is my next stop and one of the cities that was on my original
list of places to visit as a potential new city to live in - and so I waited
for it to un-flood.
Part of the reason I have been in Seattle so long - doing mostly nothing - is because it won't stop fucking raining. The planned week that I was in Seattle, it was unseasonably clear, warm and sunny - unheard of for the PNW in November. When I left, I tweeted,"Dear Seattle, I left so the beautiful, unseasonably sunny days that appeared to follow are probably going to turn back to rain. I'm sorry."
My tweet was terribly accurate and it hasn't stopped raining
Thanks for the nachos, cocktails and laughs, Jeff. |
Tonight, I was supposed to see Thom again before I left.
He's been in Colorado for the past week for something or other. Unfortunately,
he's apparently a moron (who never flies) and didn't know that you had to be at
your gate at 20 minutes prior to the departure time. So now he's stuck in the
airport overnight. So, I guess I'm going to see him tomorrow before I leave,
but who knows.
Either way, I'm finally heading to Oregon and down the Pacific Coast Highway (as was part of the original plan), heading to Las Vegas to head home for Christmas (not part of the original plan) instead of San Diego, through San Jose. Those are my last two cities on my shopping list of new homes. But I guess San Diego will have to wait until I come back from Christmas on the east coast.
Either way, I'm finally heading to Oregon and down the Pacific Coast Highway (as was part of the original plan), heading to Las Vegas to head home for Christmas (not part of the original plan) instead of San Diego, through San Jose. Those are my last two cities on my shopping list of new homes. But I guess San Diego will have to wait until I come back from Christmas on the east coast.
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