Monday
Taylor.
I'll pick you up at 11.
We'll go into Seattle
It'll be an adventure!
I'll pick you up at 11.
We'll go into Seattle
It'll be an adventure!
The day begins with a gingerbread latte (I'm drinking so much liquid Christmas!) and having fun doodling in a coffee shop with my first Maximalist poem (obnoxious, taking the piss out of poetry poems). So, you have caffeine in your system now, great!
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| Now... where is this here Spaceneedle you speak of? |
Suddenly we're galavanting the streets of Seattle with an amazing local woman named Taylor towards the space needle! Happily calling out through the spattering of rain, hoods up, breath pluming out of us as white mist, cue an entire day of joyfully crying "yeah, why not!"
Look down, now up, what's this? Suddenly you're in the Chihuly Glass exhibit; a place that looks like Willy Wonka made sweet love to your imagination, raised a love child purely on sherbet who is currently on drugs. It was amazing.
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| Brought to you by the good folk at Sherbet Mind Drug Co. |
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| It was exploding with awesomeness. These photos don't even begin to do it justice! |
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| Also, I found the flying spaghetti monster! |
This is how we came to meet our first character in our series of tales; T. With mischievous eyes and a certain cheeky charm, the garden's photographer who snapped this photo for us...
then went on to be able to banter sufficiently for my stupid sense of humor, so, in my usual oh-I'm-overseas-I-can-just-be-unusually-adventure-seeking-and-friendly manner, when I heard him describe "The Unicorn Bar" as this odd circus themed place this then ensued:
So after a stunning exploration of the gardens, coffee and musing about the odd man staring at the Christmas village, the only sensible thing to do was to go exploring in the Science centre!
It turns out that, despite our gleefully childish hearts, the science centre is somewhat marketed at young Young adults and mainly functioned to provide a resource for endless ridicule from us as we half walked, half struggled to breathe from laughter from dusty electronic dinosaur to fake planet to bugs. We DID however manage to then nerdily burn away half the afternoon playing giant chess...
Casually neglecting the real rules along the way...
And haphazardly knocking pieces around till we decided that we had proved our superior intellects to the children at the centre.
But before we were kicked out, the butterfly gardens were also beautiful.
As were some of the comically large instruments...
The day adventure turned to night adventure as we excitedly walked and chatted our way through the cold to a restaurant called "Tutta bella" where we had some of the most mouth watering pizza in the world and longingly discussed London and Europe travels.
Before you knew it, we were once more on the streets heading towards an amazing little bookshop, when SUDDENLY...
"So, I guess that's where-" Her absent minded chatter with her friend was interrupted by a raspy voice behind her.
"Excuse me miss, this fell out of your purse" He looked disheveled at best. A faded cap was pulled low over dirty untamed hair, broken glasses sat taped together on the ridge of a nose that also looked to have been broken a few times and his oversized coat did his street walker look no favours. He was prodding a small folded note at her arm, somewhat avoiding her surprised eye contact.
"Oh! Ah, thank you," Her voice was light and kind to the odd man, but was clearly surprised by the bizarre and unexpected moment. She took the note instinctively and opened her mouth to thank the stranger, assuming he had acted in good faith, but he was already giving a sharp nod and then hurrying away down the street. How bizarre. With their conversation broken, her friend also stood silently for a moment.
"Did you drop that?"
"I don't know. I mean, I guess so, that's nice of him..." She trailed off and narrowed her eyes puzzled as her mind ticked over. "Wait a minute. My notes are all flat, folded inside my wallet which is then clasped and is in the bottom of my hanbag...which is also clasped shut. How the hell would this have fallen out?"
They looked down the street, but the man was out of sight. So she went to unfold the bill, which began to lift at one corner and then would not give any more as a crackling sticky noise gave away the seal of the note. Lisa began to laugh "What the fuck is this?"
Her friend's nose wrinkled. "Just throw it in the bin! It might be drugs or something!"
"What he planted drugs on me then ran away? That makes no sense, I'll just open it carefully and if it's anything sus I'll drop it in the bin right here."
So she tenderly pulled the corners of the note apart... and out fell the fucking funniest thing she had ever seen:
10 minutes later, she and her friend began to be able to breathe again as the laughter died down to disbelieving breaths and giggles. I mean, I have to applaud this guy for his keen marketing ploy and honesty, but COME ON DUDE know your target market a little better. I do not pretend to be the greatest woman for men to desire on Earth (I need not pretend, for clearly we all know this to be true), but if you're going to decide to use this particular method of courting women, the method of looking like a crazy dirty street person who dupes you into taking their drivers license and offering pregnancy, maaaaaybe you want to aim for say, I dunno, crazy old desperate women... not 21 year olds... I think just my mild sanity puts me out of his range...
The evening wound up with one of the most epic second hand book shops I have ever been to called "Twice Sold Tales". For one thing it's a giant maze of aisles lined with old amazing books with piles and little alcoves made of stacks of books, it has a huge range of styles, genres and odd books and, best of all, there are 7 (hunt for them in the aisles, on the shelves, watching you from a doorway and count them!) big fat cats that live in the shop! They roam about doing their own thing, watching you silently and sleeping on the biggest books and are the most awesome addition to any bookstore ever. One of the cats, the softest big orange cat named Schmoo, took quite a liking to me and strolled around after me as I hunted the aisles for Calvino, Longfellow and Lightman, purring and rubbing against my legs. I gave him a good pat and scratch behind the ear and he proceeded to climb up my arm and sit perched on my shoulder. He made himself quite at home while I found my books, and was one of the coolest furriest adventure companions I've had so far. I also found three books by Alan Lightman!!!! I have no clue if that means anything to anyone else, but he wrote my favourite book "Einstein's Dreams" and I've never found any of his other books before...I cleaned out the shelf :D
So 12 books, 7 cats, 3 coffees, 2 museums, 2 adventure partners and 1 hilarious story richer, I finally got home at 10pm to watch an awesome movie with my brother and finally fall asleep, exhausted.
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| Yay, us! |
"...and it has amazing drinks apparently."
"Wow, sounds amazing! Have you ever been?"
"Nope"
"Do you want to go on an adventure?"
"Yeah"
"Cool, I kind of just wander around your country now inviting people on adventures. Write your email down here for me and let's go explore this place tomorrow or Wednesday night!"
"Sure why the hell not"
~This chapter is continued in the Tuesday/Wednesday chapter...
So after a stunning exploration of the gardens, coffee and musing about the odd man staring at the Christmas village, the only sensible thing to do was to go exploring in the Science centre!
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| A tiny village full of Christmas! |
Casually neglecting the real rules along the way...
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| Can the bishops move forwards AND backwards, or is everything perpetually marching forwards? Do you have to land on the piece or just jump over it? Wait isn't that checkers? ...Maybe we should google some of these rules :/ |
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| This is me and my king whom I lead to a triumphant victory! |
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| O hallo little butterfly You so pretty |
As were some of the comically large instruments...
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| I'm out shining Hendrix by playing it, not behind my head or with my teeth, but from the inside! What now Hendrix? |
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| Night walkers |
Before you knew it, we were once more on the streets heading towards an amazing little bookshop, when SUDDENLY...
The most hysterically awful way I have ever been picked up by a guy
~A tale of tragedy, woe and hilarity
~A tale of tragedy, woe and hilarity
"So, I guess that's where-" Her absent minded chatter with her friend was interrupted by a raspy voice behind her.
"Excuse me miss, this fell out of your purse" He looked disheveled at best. A faded cap was pulled low over dirty untamed hair, broken glasses sat taped together on the ridge of a nose that also looked to have been broken a few times and his oversized coat did his street walker look no favours. He was prodding a small folded note at her arm, somewhat avoiding her surprised eye contact.
"Oh! Ah, thank you," Her voice was light and kind to the odd man, but was clearly surprised by the bizarre and unexpected moment. She took the note instinctively and opened her mouth to thank the stranger, assuming he had acted in good faith, but he was already giving a sharp nod and then hurrying away down the street. How bizarre. With their conversation broken, her friend also stood silently for a moment.
"Did you drop that?"
"I don't know. I mean, I guess so, that's nice of him..." She trailed off and narrowed her eyes puzzled as her mind ticked over. "Wait a minute. My notes are all flat, folded inside my wallet which is then clasped and is in the bottom of my hanbag...which is also clasped shut. How the hell would this have fallen out?"
They looked down the street, but the man was out of sight. So she went to unfold the bill, which began to lift at one corner and then would not give any more as a crackling sticky noise gave away the seal of the note. Lisa began to laugh "What the fuck is this?"
Her friend's nose wrinkled. "Just throw it in the bin! It might be drugs or something!"
"What he planted drugs on me then ran away? That makes no sense, I'll just open it carefully and if it's anything sus I'll drop it in the bin right here."
So she tenderly pulled the corners of the note apart... and out fell the fucking funniest thing she had ever seen:
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| Is that a photocopy of his license??? ...And then on the other side |
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASorry gentlemen, I've found Mr. Perfect now, and he wants me whether I am "now pregnant" or want to get pregnant!We have a date to discuss this further by the dumpster under the bridge on 3rd Ave tomorrow. |
Phew. Hehe, anyway, alas we had to venture onwards! Here my phone ran out of battery so I didn't get to take any awesome photos of the final parts, but hopefully your imagination does it slight justice!
The evening wound up with one of the most epic second hand book shops I have ever been to called "Twice Sold Tales". For one thing it's a giant maze of aisles lined with old amazing books with piles and little alcoves made of stacks of books, it has a huge range of styles, genres and odd books and, best of all, there are 7 (hunt for them in the aisles, on the shelves, watching you from a doorway and count them!) big fat cats that live in the shop! They roam about doing their own thing, watching you silently and sleeping on the biggest books and are the most awesome addition to any bookstore ever. One of the cats, the softest big orange cat named Schmoo, took quite a liking to me and strolled around after me as I hunted the aisles for Calvino, Longfellow and Lightman, purring and rubbing against my legs. I gave him a good pat and scratch behind the ear and he proceeded to climb up my arm and sit perched on my shoulder. He made himself quite at home while I found my books, and was one of the coolest furriest adventure companions I've had so far. I also found three books by Alan Lightman!!!! I have no clue if that means anything to anyone else, but he wrote my favourite book "Einstein's Dreams" and I've never found any of his other books before...I cleaned out the shelf :D
So 12 books, 7 cats, 3 coffees, 2 museums, 2 adventure partners and 1 hilarious story richer, I finally got home at 10pm to watch an awesome movie with my brother and finally fall asleep, exhausted.
And it was only Monday...
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