Friday, September 01, 2006 |
Worth Seeing in Seattle |
After ten days in Seattle, the best way to describe my trip would be pictures of my house (where I lounged... a LOT), but I also shopped a destructive path to every Macy's, Nordstrom, Express, and Starbucks in a 30-mile radius, and dabbled in tourist photo-op spots.
A few things worth seeing:
1) Po-po on horseback. All three have cups of Seattle's Best Coffee. The horses abstained, lest they get too skittish in traffic, but I saw them eyeing the Godiva cafe menu.
2) This place was no fun. Sure, the patrons make it look so-- Jenni, watch out for the velocimargoraptor behind you! And beware of Sasha and Sam and their math jokes! The inaccurately-named Funhole was out of veggie dogs as well as soft ice cream.
3) My favorite Russians-- Sasha and Lenin. One with abs of steel, and one who just is steel... or maybe bronze.
4) The troll. Ideal for glamour shots (left) or staring contests (right). Troll lives under an overpass and is crushing a VW Beetle in his... hand. (Paw? Claw?) It's probably some sort of hippie anti-car, pro-forest-dwelling-mythical-creature artistic statement, but I don't really know. Are trolls going extinct because of the VWs driving all over their natural habitat, or is it the Beetles going extinct because they keep getting snagged by giant concrete trolls? Damn those hippies, always trying to protect the mythical beasts.
5) Pretty people who make you smile. Margs and Jeni and I hanging out at Norm's, known as the Dog Bar because they have pictures of canines on the wall, statues out front, and let the leashed variety come in and cruise around. Really, though, picking up anyone here could just end up as the punchline of a self-image-crushing joke.
Person A: "So, where you'd meet her?" Person B: "At the dog bar." A: "...well, I hope she at least has a good personality..." B: "No, no, it's called that because they let dogs come in! Like, on leashes?" A: "... leashes?"
See where this is going?
I'm now back to my considerably smaller aparto in Japan with no reason to shop, and lounging alone holds much less appeal than doing it in the company of family. Nice to have my car and easier access to tofu from the shops, but sadly there's no one here to buy and cook my food and do the dishes afterwards. (My mom loves serving us!!) |
posted by Raychaa @ 3:43 PM |
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Oh my Lord, Double entrendres galore. A place called Funhole selling Hot Dogs? I am restraining myself from typing the mucky comments I am presently screaming at my monitor...
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Oh my Lord, Double entrendres galore. A place called Funhole selling Hot Dogs? I am restraining myself from typing the mucky comments I am presently screaming at my monitor...