So as my last post stated I took a trip to Seattle to visit a friend. I had a really good time, so much so that I dreaded having to come back home. It was nice to get away for a few days and not have to think about obligations at home. Darcy, the friend I visited, lives an hour outside of Seattle sort of off on some back roads in the woods. It was fun to go into the city each day and then have the chance to come back to peace and quiet at night.
Seattle is such a great city. I think it by far exceeds Portland, though I'm sure some would disagree with me. I feel like Portland is so fake where Seattle is very real. People that live there aren't attempting to fit into a mold of "hippy" or "free-spirit" or just wanting to be different, they're just who they are and don't really seem to notice those around them, or don't really care to notice those around them. It's a comfortable city, maybe that's why I like it so much.
We went to Pike's Market the first day in Seattle and spent most of the day there and then down at the waterfront for lunch.
They have been doing some construction on part of Pike's so the market wasn't as big as it normally is. It
was a Friday so there were lots of people, and lots of musicians playing. I enjoyed being lost in the crowd, having fun with complete strangers. I unfortunately didn't have much money on this trip so I went knowing I wouldn't be able to buy anything, it wasn't as torturous as I thought it would be.
We went to the music museum on Saturday, and they were highlighting Jimi Hendrix. So there was an entire room dedicated to his guitars, diary, address book, and random pieces of paper he had written his songs on. It was really neat actually. They had a few of his outfits as well that he had worn during concerts. It sort of reinforced that I should have been born way back in the fifties so I could have lived and enjoyed the seventies. My parents don't agree so much, but of course that comes from a mother who has been raised strict Assembly of God, where even a school dance will send someone straight down South.
We wanted to try to go to the Underground Museum as well but didn't get the chance to unfortunately. So instead we wandered around a little bit before and after the music museum. I had an irish coffee at Fado's and looked longingly in window fronts at dressed that were way out of my price range. After experiencing Jimi we walked around the space needle and ended up in a large crowd of people watching a concert, it was nice just wandering around and not really having a set itinerary.
That Saturday night I was opened up to the world of sushi for the first time! It was so good, I was very shocked. None of mine were raw though, I did try raw salmon from Darcy's choice, but I couldn't get myself to do it. By the time we left and had to walk back I was so stuffed I thought I would explode.
I drove downtown Seattle, one night during rush hour and another after rush hour, and I shocked myself there as well because I found I'm relatively good at driving in crowded streets. I think this i
s due mostly to my aggressive side, I do believe
it would be a whole lot easier for Washington drivers though if they all just developed some manners!
I also pumped my gas for the first time after KC practically forced me out of the car to do it. I am ashamed to say I'm 21 and still am not comfortable pumping my own gas. I didn't mess it up or anything I just hate doing things I'm not comfortable doing... well who is really?
Darcy and her parents were absolutely fabulous. They made us big breakfasts every morning, set us each up with our own room, told us stories around the campfire, and her dad even did a quick once over under my hood when there was some suspicious leaking. They've been remodeling the house they're living in there, and had just finished the first shower before we got there! It's going to look amazing when they are done with it, I hope they don't work themselves to the bone getting there though.
Now I'm back home and worked for the first time in six days last night. Even though I wasn't gone for too long it was just strange to be back doing the same old routine, making the same old drinks for the same old customers. Sometimes the mundaneness is comforting, but other times it's kind of depressing. I try to think of the silver lining, there is some reason God is keeping me in La Grande, and one day that will be revealed to me, hopefully that will be before the day I wake up with seven cats and a wardrobe of muumuus.
For the rest of today I'm planning to laze around like I have been doing since this morning. There aren't many days of Summer left, which means there aren't very many lazy days left either. Have to take advantage of them all!
