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pinkfish came to town. And, I finally got to meet him. It was a fun treat.
He was smart enough to figure out that the bus is clearly the best way to get from the airport to downtown. Of course, when there are 50,000 rabid soccer fans at the football stadium which is in between the airport and downtown, the journey becomes a bit complicated. The neighborhood was packed and jammed and the packers and jammers were clearly thoroughly enjoying their one night out on the town in probably a bascillion years. It was wild.
But he got here. We came over so Travis and Betty could show off the condo and then we went to find dinner. Because of the soccer people, I had to take a different route so he got a nice tour of downtown Seattle and the Westlake area while I tried to figure out where the hell I was and how to get to the restaurant.
We ate at 13 Coins which was great. I had not seen their renovations yet so that was fun and the food was wonderful.pinkfish was delightful company and I finally got to understand what he does for a living - he 'splains stuff good.
His hotel was half way between the restaurant and my house so I dropped him off and headed home.
Timing. I hit my neighborhood just as 50,000 - most of whom, if flags tell the story, were Mexican fans - revelers burst forth from the stadium of their victory. It took me for freakin ever to get to where I could even beg a cop to let me past the barricades to my garage. We have special stickers for our cars bt it was mayhem, it was dark and hard to see car stickers and did I mention 50,000 crazies? The final cop started to tell me no and then changed his mind and let me through. Whew.
This morning, there is barely a hint that anyone was here. Wild adventure. I think I'll stay in tonight.
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pinkfish did help me figure out that my buddies over at ye olde body shoppe buggered up my left turn signal in the front. I need to call them today and see about a fix.
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And, with all this gallivanting around, I'm going to have to buy more gas! I only have a quarter of a tank left. Wonder if Costco still has lines.
pinkfish came to town. And, I finally got to meet him. It was a fun treat. He was smart enough to figure out that the bus is clearly the best way to get from the airport to downtown. Of course, when there are 50,000 rabid soccer fans at the football stadium which is in between the airport and downtown, the journey becomes a bit complicated. The neighborhood was packed and jammed and the packers and jammers were clearly thoroughly enjoying their one night out on the town in probably a bascillion years. It was wild.
But he got here. We came over so Travis and Betty could show off the condo and then we went to find dinner. Because of the soccer people, I had to take a different route so he got a nice tour of downtown Seattle and the Westlake area while I tried to figure out where the hell I was and how to get to the restaurant.
We ate at 13 Coins which was great. I had not seen their renovations yet so that was fun and the food was wonderful.
pinkfish was delightful company and I finally got to understand what he does for a living - he 'splains stuff good.His hotel was half way between the restaurant and my house so I dropped him off and headed home.
Timing. I hit my neighborhood just as 50,000 - most of whom, if flags tell the story, were Mexican fans - revelers burst forth from the stadium of their victory. It took me for freakin ever to get to where I could even beg a cop to let me past the barricades to my garage. We have special stickers for our cars bt it was mayhem, it was dark and hard to see car stickers and did I mention 50,000 crazies? The final cop started to tell me no and then changed his mind and let me through. Whew.
This morning, there is barely a hint that anyone was here. Wild adventure. I think I'll stay in tonight.
--
pinkfish did help me figure out that my buddies over at ye olde body shoppe buggered up my left turn signal in the front. I need to call them today and see about a fix. --
And, with all this gallivanting around, I'm going to have to buy more gas! I only have a quarter of a tank left. Wonder if Costco still has lines.
