It is absolutely beautiful in seattle this week, it's actually supposed to be 95 degrees tomorrow! We spent the night with Hannah's cousin Katie, and I am in love with her house! Full of hand made pillows, decopaged art and a super cute rug by one of my favorite designers.... it doesn't hurt that the bed in her guest room is like sleeping on a cloud. This early morning finds us sitting in a sweet shop called "bakery" sipping a latte and chai. The plan is to go watch the world cup with my brothers, (maybe) go to discovery park, it's reportedly green and gorgeous ( i'm pushing for a jaunt into kent where there's a bookstore/thrfit store combo that sells clothes at a dollar a pound). For the evening meal we will be dinning with Hannah's aunt and uncle and their son Henry, whom live in Bellevue and then we will probably go out for a drink with Katie. There's a really fetching bar called Zig Zag near Capitol Hill. It's the scene of my first cocktail ever and I'd love to go back.
Well today has been pretty calm so far, it is only 9:30 am, but let me catch you up to speed on yesterdays adventures.
As we confidently strolled into the building I said was the ferry station I felt my stomach plummet, this was not the right building. A gangly, bearded man locking up his bike outside informed us we were at least a half mile away from the station. crap. It was already 9:45 and we wanted to be on the 10:00 ferry. Flash forward to us pounding up the carpeted ramp, bee-lining to the ticket booth, hastily purchasing our tickets and racing onto the ferry that they so graciously were holding for us (we made it on board by 10:02). never a dull moment. every single time I have started walking towards a destination it has been the wrong way. I'm just so confident that Hannah never thinks to question me... hopefully that will change.
The ferry ride was so delightful, armed with coffee (mine had 13+ half-n-half packets in it) and breakfast we walked the length of the boat and sat on some benches with a window to the water. I live in Bremerton for a few months almost two years ago so we disembarked, and walked to a favorite thrift store of mine... you'll notice from the pictures that I stopped at Snoop Dog's Pound for a hotdog. We walked to Cornerstone Coffee, where I used to work, and alternately read poetry and journal. This is what I saw out the window.
"There's two men standing on the corner of fifth st. They have been there for at least 30 minutes. What are they doing, surveying? There are a few orange signs scattered nearby. They could be the oldest of friends or strangers caught up in a coincidental appreciation of some rare fascination."
-A
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