Serenity Now! 2010 and all's well.. Well until you pick that scab off and realize that underneath there is a bleeding nearly infectious wound protected only by the scab you just peeled off. The lesson? Leave well enough alone and don't let curiosity give you gangrene.
Tonight's letter is G for giving a shit. What happens when someone you hang out with doesn't show up to a scheduled event nor return phone calls or text messages for several days? I'll tell you what! You get concerned! It's amazing the lengths you would go through to reach someone and the fear surrounding the unknown. After repeated attempts to get a hold of this person even driving by their house, you leave well enough alone cause you think they are just laying low but they then still don't answer after a couple more days then you want to break the door down and expect to see them lying in a pool of their own blood and the place ransacked. Again, fear and imagination can really play tricks on your mind. Needless to say a bunch of us gave a shit and we all can breathe a sigh of relief - but like the balloon boy's parents, he's "got some 'splainin to do."
Fear can be paralyzing. Being unsure of the next step, not wanting to make a decision for fear it could be the wrong one. Or what I've seen more of lately is not making a decision because you just don't have one in front of you. I think there are two actions that must happen to keep moving forward - trust your gut and get as much information as you can before making a move. Both may seem mutually exclusive but since we live in a dynamic world they definitely can happen at the same time. That's how I think many leaders move forward. Right foot in front of the left. Now Move.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Spring Test / In Loving Memory of Tom Rundell
Now you are probably used to me making an observation or a funny quip about an occurance that has happend recently but no sir you are wrong this time. My blog tonight is just a test run. Testing my ability to commit myself once again to writing. Testing my once resolute resolve to write whatever came to my mind.
Back to the days of when I lived in a basement and the thought of the "internet" and connectivity was just for those people in the army and NASA. Pen and paper and actual letters was all we had back in 1992. I would wait with bated breath for that one scented letter to arrive from my sweetheart and I would read it over and over... then I would call her and run up a $400 phone bill.
A very important event did happen today that I believe does deserve some attention.
Today one of life's inevitable occurances happend. I went to the wake of Tom Rundell. Tom was married to Mimi, my adopted grandmother of Shawn Mikulich. Shawn and I have been friends since 4th grade and I have adopted just about every member of his family as my own. Mimi and Tom were married for 27 years and were very happy together. She is one of the sweetest people I know who holds onto her traditions and values. Her French accent is unmistakable and still speaks it I believe with her daughter Linda. Tom was very loved and will be sorely missed by his family and myself. May you rest in peace.
Andre
Back to the days of when I lived in a basement and the thought of the "internet" and connectivity was just for those people in the army and NASA. Pen and paper and actual letters was all we had back in 1992. I would wait with bated breath for that one scented letter to arrive from my sweetheart and I would read it over and over... then I would call her and run up a $400 phone bill.
A very important event did happen today that I believe does deserve some attention.
Today one of life's inevitable occurances happend. I went to the wake of Tom Rundell. Tom was married to Mimi, my adopted grandmother of Shawn Mikulich. Shawn and I have been friends since 4th grade and I have adopted just about every member of his family as my own. Mimi and Tom were married for 27 years and were very happy together. She is one of the sweetest people I know who holds onto her traditions and values. Her French accent is unmistakable and still speaks it I believe with her daughter Linda. Tom was very loved and will be sorely missed by his family and myself. May you rest in peace.
Andre
Monday, August 18, 2008
"Buddy" is one step down from "Chief"
Guys, Have you ever been in a bar and somebody calls you Buddy? Like, "Hey Buddy, stop dancing on the bar." or "Tell your passed out Buddy he can't sleep in here.." Now juxtapose Buddy with someone who calls you Chief. "Hey Chief, stop dancing on the bar." or "Tell Chief over there unless he wants to own a used Golden Tee machine he should stop banging on it." See the difference?
Tonight Sheri, Tom, and I had a run in with a Chief at John's Upper Deck. This 250 lb guy (note the little 'g') was soo drunk and out of control he yelled at the bartender for another drink, fell down and managed to get his pants down around his ankles before anyone could get him up and out of the bar. Somehow his Buddies got this guy down 2 flights of stairs and onto a bench outside of the bar and left him there. Now he wasn't passed out, in fact he was holding a conversation with some random Buddy. I don't know what they were discussing but I can guarantee it didn't have anything to do with hygiene, alcoholism, or the belt he should have been wearing.
This is a mixed blog so bear with me during the subject changes.
A HUGE shout out goes to all of my girls who competed and completed in their first triathlon on Saturday August 9th. The WIN for KC Women's Triathlon was held at Smithville lake and 10 wonderful ladies I'm proud to call my friends entered. Mother Nature herself couldn't have asked for more perfect weather conditions, with clouds to cover the sun and a cool temperature to keep spectators and athletes alike comfortable. I'll let the pictures tell the story.Click here to see the pics.
"Welcome to Will Rogers World Airport, enjoy your stay!"
I went to Oklahoma City for work a couple of weeks ago. It was my first time to the city and I must say I was mildly surprised. It's hard to get a feel for a city when you are just visiting for a short period and you have no residents showing you around. But OKC was nice. A revitalization effort is continuing downtown and there is much hubub about the NBA team the Seattle Super Sonics moving to this sleepy Midwestern town. Rumor has it the name is changing to the Oklahoma City Thunder.
The area of rebirth is called Bricktown. There are new shops, a minor league baseball stadium paying hommage to Micky Mantle, a river walk, as well as plenty of bars and restaurants. I'm not sure how or who initiated the revitalization but it was interesting to note the differences in their efforts compared to what Kansas City is doing. OKC isn't perfect but neither is KC. We can learn from each other.
Until next time...
Ciao Ciao
Tonight Sheri, Tom, and I had a run in with a Chief at John's Upper Deck. This 250 lb guy (note the little 'g') was soo drunk and out of control he yelled at the bartender for another drink, fell down and managed to get his pants down around his ankles before anyone could get him up and out of the bar. Somehow his Buddies got this guy down 2 flights of stairs and onto a bench outside of the bar and left him there. Now he wasn't passed out, in fact he was holding a conversation with some random Buddy. I don't know what they were discussing but I can guarantee it didn't have anything to do with hygiene, alcoholism, or the belt he should have been wearing.
This is a mixed blog so bear with me during the subject changes.
A HUGE shout out goes to all of my girls who competed and completed in their first triathlon on Saturday August 9th. The WIN for KC Women's Triathlon was held at Smithville lake and 10 wonderful ladies I'm proud to call my friends entered. Mother Nature herself couldn't have asked for more perfect weather conditions, with clouds to cover the sun and a cool temperature to keep spectators and athletes alike comfortable. I'll let the pictures tell the story.Click here to see the pics.
"Welcome to Will Rogers World Airport, enjoy your stay!"
I went to Oklahoma City for work a couple of weeks ago. It was my first time to the city and I must say I was mildly surprised. It's hard to get a feel for a city when you are just visiting for a short period and you have no residents showing you around. But OKC was nice. A revitalization effort is continuing downtown and there is much hubub about the NBA team the Seattle Super Sonics moving to this sleepy Midwestern town. Rumor has it the name is changing to the Oklahoma City Thunder.
The area of rebirth is called Bricktown. There are new shops, a minor league baseball stadium paying hommage to Micky Mantle, a river walk, as well as plenty of bars and restaurants. I'm not sure how or who initiated the revitalization but it was interesting to note the differences in their efforts compared to what Kansas City is doing. OKC isn't perfect but neither is KC. We can learn from each other.
Until next time...
Ciao Ciao
Thursday, July 31, 2008
London Calling
My first trip to London. Honestly it wasn't on the top of my lists to visit. In fact it may not even be in the top five (France, Kenya, Latvia, Montreal, Colombia) Nova Scotia was ranking up there as well. At any rate it was a country I wanted to visit someday so better sooner than never right?!
The purpose? To see my good friend Ted get married to the lovely Laura. Since this had to be done the proper way - of course the wedding would be in England. Ashwell to be precise and what a perfect day it was for to people to be united in matrimony. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I arrived in London on Thursday July 24th and almost immediately went to see some of the sights and grab a pint. I had 6 hours to kill before booking it out to Royston where I was staying. Piccadilly Circus was the first stop. Frommers describes it as the "Heart and Soul of London" with all of the traffic it's definitely a circus and all of the people flocked on the statue of Euros are the pigeons. After catching a few more sights I had my first pint of Fuller's London Pride. Warm and right out of a beer engine, the way it should be. After having some to the worst fish and chips in the entire world I struck out to find my inn in Royston.
The next day was the wedding. Perfectly set at the Swiss Garden in Ashwell with it's ornate gazebo and peacocks roaming the grounds. After the ceremony we headed to a mini reception where I had the most fabulous English drink in the world. Pimms and lemonade. If you haven't had it I suggest getting one immediately. No I mean right now. My blog isn't going anywhere so head on out and get yourself to a fine establishment that serves Pimms.... Ok now that you've tried it, you know what I'm talking about. Mmm mmm good. Between that and meeting Laura's cousins Lidia and Helena I was having a ball. The rest of the night was filled with me giving advice to four kids and carrying a bottle of champagne filling drinks and making merriment. Now let it be known what I told the kids was the truth - 3 things they should remember as they get older; Look someone in the eye & give a firm handshake; follow your heart and be true to yourself; and learn how to dance. The night ended at the inn with the bottle of champagne and a couple who were at a different wedding laughing until the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday night in London. Soho district. about 20,000 people in the streets and bars and it was almost as much fun just walking on the street watching people as it was paying 5 GBP ($10) for a pint of beer. Gay, Straight, Bums, Clubbers, Teenagers, Cops you name it we saw it. In fact we even saw a British beatdown. 2 on 3. It was quite comical to see these small skinny guys throwing punches at one another. Kinda like watching midget tossing - lots of flailing around but no one's really getting hurt.
A word to the wise, if someone in London tells you, "Oh it's only a 20 min walk tops to get there," they don't know what they are talking about. The walk from Soho back to our rooms at the Latvian House was 1.5 hours. Fuckers.
The last day was spent sightseeing (look kids Big Ben, Parliament). I headed to the Tower of London and took a boat ride down to Westminster Abby, followed by a walk to Buckingham Palace. No sightings of Royalty, just a nice Sunday stroll taking in the sights.
Until next time Click here to see the pics.
Ciao Ciao
The purpose? To see my good friend Ted get married to the lovely Laura. Since this had to be done the proper way - of course the wedding would be in England. Ashwell to be precise and what a perfect day it was for to people to be united in matrimony. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I arrived in London on Thursday July 24th and almost immediately went to see some of the sights and grab a pint. I had 6 hours to kill before booking it out to Royston where I was staying. Piccadilly Circus was the first stop. Frommers describes it as the "Heart and Soul of London" with all of the traffic it's definitely a circus and all of the people flocked on the statue of Euros are the pigeons. After catching a few more sights I had my first pint of Fuller's London Pride. Warm and right out of a beer engine, the way it should be. After having some to the worst fish and chips in the entire world I struck out to find my inn in Royston.
The next day was the wedding. Perfectly set at the Swiss Garden in Ashwell with it's ornate gazebo and peacocks roaming the grounds. After the ceremony we headed to a mini reception where I had the most fabulous English drink in the world. Pimms and lemonade. If you haven't had it I suggest getting one immediately. No I mean right now. My blog isn't going anywhere so head on out and get yourself to a fine establishment that serves Pimms.... Ok now that you've tried it, you know what I'm talking about. Mmm mmm good. Between that and meeting Laura's cousins Lidia and Helena I was having a ball. The rest of the night was filled with me giving advice to four kids and carrying a bottle of champagne filling drinks and making merriment. Now let it be known what I told the kids was the truth - 3 things they should remember as they get older; Look someone in the eye & give a firm handshake; follow your heart and be true to yourself; and learn how to dance. The night ended at the inn with the bottle of champagne and a couple who were at a different wedding laughing until the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday night in London. Soho district. about 20,000 people in the streets and bars and it was almost as much fun just walking on the street watching people as it was paying 5 GBP ($10) for a pint of beer. Gay, Straight, Bums, Clubbers, Teenagers, Cops you name it we saw it. In fact we even saw a British beatdown. 2 on 3. It was quite comical to see these small skinny guys throwing punches at one another. Kinda like watching midget tossing - lots of flailing around but no one's really getting hurt.
A word to the wise, if someone in London tells you, "Oh it's only a 20 min walk tops to get there," they don't know what they are talking about. The walk from Soho back to our rooms at the Latvian House was 1.5 hours. Fuckers.
The last day was spent sightseeing (look kids Big Ben, Parliament). I headed to the Tower of London and took a boat ride down to Westminster Abby, followed by a walk to Buckingham Palace. No sightings of Royalty, just a nice Sunday stroll taking in the sights.
Until next time Click here to see the pics.
Ciao Ciao
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tri-it!
The first thing I will say is that everyone can do a triathlon. You don't have to be young, super fit, or even really athletic to do one. Just determination to finish is all you really need. That being said, Tom, my cohort in this excursion to push myself, as well as Lori, our gracious host for two days, were making jokes about actually doing this the entire way to Lawrence on Saturday. Tom's sisters were poking fun at the length (Sprint course consisting of 500 meter swim, 11.4 mile bike ride, 3.1 mile run in that order). Where they come from they call those distances for a triathlon a "Try It."
Disaster almost struck as we were driving to Lawrence and Tom's bike started to fall off the bike rack and taste I-70 the hard way. Fortunately we were able to readjust and move forward. We stayed with Lori's mom Vikki and loaded up on carbs that night for dinner.
Neither one of us slept very well. I was up at 4am and then back to sleep and Tom said pretty much the same thing. I didn't ever think pre-night jitters would get ahold of me but I guess I was wrong.
Before the race started our friends Sheri, Mary, and Shawn all showed up to cheer us on. It was nice to see some smiling faces and welcome cheers.
The pictures tell the story much better than I could ever write but the highlights were when we were:
1. Driving to the site I told Tom I had an out because black people don't do triathlons. We don't. It was confirmed.
2. There is a stuff called Gu (ironically it rhymes with pooh), which we were told would give us the caloric and energy boost we needed during the tri if we ever started to feel run down. Well it worked but this thick viscous substance inching down your throat as you are "running" to the next stage needs some serious reformulation.
3. When people are passing you either in the same direction as you or coming back and they say "good job," they aren't talking to you. They are really saying, "I'm ahead of the fat kid..." to themselves and all you hear is "...good job!"
4. It is a humbling experience to have a 65 year old man basically beat you to the finish line by 3 miles... in a 3.1 mile run. It is equally humbling to say to yourself, "this 12 year old girl is not going to beat me biking up this hill..." and not only does she beat you but after two strong peddles you start crying like a 12 year old girl.
All said and done I am very happy for every one's support during all of this training and well wishes during and after it all. It was tremendous encouragement to help me finish my first (and there will be another) triathlon.
Until next time... Enjoy the pics!
Disaster almost struck as we were driving to Lawrence and Tom's bike started to fall off the bike rack and taste I-70 the hard way. Fortunately we were able to readjust and move forward. We stayed with Lori's mom Vikki and loaded up on carbs that night for dinner.
Neither one of us slept very well. I was up at 4am and then back to sleep and Tom said pretty much the same thing. I didn't ever think pre-night jitters would get ahold of me but I guess I was wrong.
Before the race started our friends Sheri, Mary, and Shawn all showed up to cheer us on. It was nice to see some smiling faces and welcome cheers.
The pictures tell the story much better than I could ever write but the highlights were when we were:
1. Driving to the site I told Tom I had an out because black people don't do triathlons. We don't. It was confirmed.
2. There is a stuff called Gu (ironically it rhymes with pooh), which we were told would give us the caloric and energy boost we needed during the tri if we ever started to feel run down. Well it worked but this thick viscous substance inching down your throat as you are "running" to the next stage needs some serious reformulation.
3. When people are passing you either in the same direction as you or coming back and they say "good job," they aren't talking to you. They are really saying, "I'm ahead of the fat kid..." to themselves and all you hear is "...good job!"
4. It is a humbling experience to have a 65 year old man basically beat you to the finish line by 3 miles... in a 3.1 mile run. It is equally humbling to say to yourself, "this 12 year old girl is not going to beat me biking up this hill..." and not only does she beat you but after two strong peddles you start crying like a 12 year old girl.
All said and done I am very happy for every one's support during all of this training and well wishes during and after it all. It was tremendous encouragement to help me finish my first (and there will be another) triathlon.
Until next time... Enjoy the pics!
Monday, June 04, 2007
Seahawkin
After taking a trip up to the space needle Mo and I headed to one of the grungiest bars I've ever been to The 5 Point. Now with me still in my 'respect others' T-shirt we walk through the door only to find a eight construction workers sitting at the bar. I swear (at least in my mind) the music came to a screeching halt and beer was being spilled in mid drink when we walked through the saloon doors. It was so quiet you could hear a church mouse fart. I told Mo just to head to the bar and no funny business about my shirt. Eventually the victrola started up again and the normal din of conversation and music drowned out the thought of a total beat down.
Later we decided to get gussied up and head to a bar called the Red Door. Think Granfalloon but darker and hip. Brian met up with us and after talking a bit and watching all of the "meat" walk by, I finally asked the waitress where all of the black people were. She informed us they were in South Seattle or closer to Tacoma. Disappointed we left and went to a different bar. The highlight came when we went to a bar called Brouwer's Cafe. With over 100 beers and some great Belgian brews I fell in love instantly. There were a couple of lesbians that didn't appreciate me snapping pictures like a regular Jimmy Olsen, but I didn't care because I was on vacation.
When the night was said and done Mo and I took a cab back downtown and ended up back at the 5 Point aka "the saloon" where the music stopped. But this time the atmosphere had changed. Filled with musicians and artist types we ordered food. Hands down one of the best club sandwiches to date.
The last day was filled with cheese from the Seattle Cheese festival. Great Pinot Gouda, Blue cheese, and more goat cheese than I ever wanted to eat. We then decided to go to Georgetown which is in South Seattle. I guess the waitress wasn't lying because as soon as we get there we run across a Black motorcycle club. It was crazy. Like 20-30 Harley's lined up with all of these Black men and women dressed in black and orange. It was way boss. We then hit up this record store playing old soul classics. Very cool. We then decided to have a drink at Jules Maes Saloon; one of the oldest bars in Seattle. We met up with some transplants and had a pleasant time talking with the bartenders, one of which - I had to tell her, was the most captivating woman I had seen since I'd arrived in town. Classy.
The night was a party at Brian E.'s place. Mo and I met his roomates and hung out by the fire. I of course got a little tipsy and said somethings that I shouldn't have but hey, I'm was on vacation.
Here are the last two sets of pics. 1 and 2 . Enjoy.
Later we decided to get gussied up and head to a bar called the Red Door. Think Granfalloon but darker and hip. Brian met up with us and after talking a bit and watching all of the "meat" walk by, I finally asked the waitress where all of the black people were. She informed us they were in South Seattle or closer to Tacoma. Disappointed we left and went to a different bar. The highlight came when we went to a bar called Brouwer's Cafe. With over 100 beers and some great Belgian brews I fell in love instantly. There were a couple of lesbians that didn't appreciate me snapping pictures like a regular Jimmy Olsen, but I didn't care because I was on vacation.
When the night was said and done Mo and I took a cab back downtown and ended up back at the 5 Point aka "the saloon" where the music stopped. But this time the atmosphere had changed. Filled with musicians and artist types we ordered food. Hands down one of the best club sandwiches to date.
The last day was filled with cheese from the Seattle Cheese festival. Great Pinot Gouda, Blue cheese, and more goat cheese than I ever wanted to eat. We then decided to go to Georgetown which is in South Seattle. I guess the waitress wasn't lying because as soon as we get there we run across a Black motorcycle club. It was crazy. Like 20-30 Harley's lined up with all of these Black men and women dressed in black and orange. It was way boss. We then hit up this record store playing old soul classics. Very cool. We then decided to have a drink at Jules Maes Saloon; one of the oldest bars in Seattle. We met up with some transplants and had a pleasant time talking with the bartenders, one of which - I had to tell her, was the most captivating woman I had seen since I'd arrived in town. Classy.
The night was a party at Brian E.'s place. Mo and I met his roomates and hung out by the fire. I of course got a little tipsy and said somethings that I shouldn't have but hey, I'm was on vacation.
Here are the last two sets of pics. 1 and 2 . Enjoy.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Seattle Supersonic
I had a camera by my side this time and I did see the world with both my eyes, but I will still lose my way with words....
Last Wednesday night marked the beginning of a 4 day vacation, one filled with gastronomical delights and cool merriment in the very green upper-Midwest. I decided to begin my vacation at The Brick with a big greasy cheeseburger. This gave me the inspiration to document everything I ate with a picture. Given there is nothing but good food in Seattle I thought this would be a great experiment. Unfortunately not all of the food was captured and not everything was great.
I had a pleasant surprise before I even set foot on the plane. An old friend and her husband were on my flight so I was able to sit with them and catch up. The first thing I notice about Seattle is everything is GREEN! I mean really green. Even the buses are green, which is what I took to get to the U-district and have my first pint. Wearing my Boulevard schwagg I was instantly noticed by the bartender who promptly asked me if I brought any (beer) with me and why it wasn't up here in the Northwest. Taking my pint and watching the local (underage) students drink Mojitos, I felt a little at home. Brian E. showed up and we drank a little and then took to the streets for some mean healthy eats and some sight seeing.
We headed to Gorditas and ate some of the best Mexican ever. I mean they are so health conscious I asked for Queso and they all looked at me like I farted in the joint. So I stuck my tail between my legs and ate my fish tacos (sans cheese). We then beat it up to Capitol Hill where B's friends, Andreas and roommate, lived. It was this phat top floor pad with one of the best views of downtown. After witnessing some of Seattle's finest and knocking back a few more beers on the roof as the sun set, we jetted to a few bars. Linda's was our first stop, just past the Honey Hole (which I hear has some of the best eats). We had a couple of beers and made friends with the locals and bartenders. Mo met up with us there and sat outside on this chilly night and caught up for a bit. Brian and his buddies left and Mo & I were left to entertain the ladies and we somehow got convinced to head to the gay bar across the street. I wearing my 'respect others' shirt and Mo as my "partner" proceed to get hit on and watch people of all genders making out with each other. We cut short our stay and given I was still on KC time decided to head back to the crib. After a run in with a Muslim transvestite and a burger joint called Dick's, I was happy to be sleeping finally on Mo's couch...by myself!
The next morning I woke up and headed down to one of the best French organic bakeries I've ever been too. One quiche down followed by a cappuccino, Mo and I headed over to the Public Market for some sight seeing. We walked through and saw the first Starbucks (They aren't quite to the level of evil empire Walmart so I feel like I can celebrate them to an extent). I saw the fish market where they toss the fish and talk in unison. It was pretty cool to see a 30lbs salmon being caught. We then took the hike over to the Space Needle and rode it to the top. Talk about an impressive view. Not only was the 360 view cool they also had inter actives inside where you could zoom in real-time on the surrounding neighborhoods. They also had displays talking about the funky and eclectic parts of the city. Definitely worth the money to visit.
I'll have to do this in chapters, but here are some pics to keep you busy until next time.
Last Wednesday night marked the beginning of a 4 day vacation, one filled with gastronomical delights and cool merriment in the very green upper-Midwest. I decided to begin my vacation at The Brick with a big greasy cheeseburger. This gave me the inspiration to document everything I ate with a picture. Given there is nothing but good food in Seattle I thought this would be a great experiment. Unfortunately not all of the food was captured and not everything was great.
I had a pleasant surprise before I even set foot on the plane. An old friend and her husband were on my flight so I was able to sit with them and catch up. The first thing I notice about Seattle is everything is GREEN! I mean really green. Even the buses are green, which is what I took to get to the U-district and have my first pint. Wearing my Boulevard schwagg I was instantly noticed by the bartender who promptly asked me if I brought any (beer) with me and why it wasn't up here in the Northwest. Taking my pint and watching the local (underage) students drink Mojitos, I felt a little at home. Brian E. showed up and we drank a little and then took to the streets for some mean healthy eats and some sight seeing.
We headed to Gorditas and ate some of the best Mexican ever. I mean they are so health conscious I asked for Queso and they all looked at me like I farted in the joint. So I stuck my tail between my legs and ate my fish tacos (sans cheese). We then beat it up to Capitol Hill where B's friends, Andreas and roommate, lived. It was this phat top floor pad with one of the best views of downtown. After witnessing some of Seattle's finest and knocking back a few more beers on the roof as the sun set, we jetted to a few bars. Linda's was our first stop, just past the Honey Hole (which I hear has some of the best eats). We had a couple of beers and made friends with the locals and bartenders. Mo met up with us there and sat outside on this chilly night and caught up for a bit. Brian and his buddies left and Mo & I were left to entertain the ladies and we somehow got convinced to head to the gay bar across the street. I wearing my 'respect others' shirt and Mo as my "partner" proceed to get hit on and watch people of all genders making out with each other. We cut short our stay and given I was still on KC time decided to head back to the crib. After a run in with a Muslim transvestite and a burger joint called Dick's, I was happy to be sleeping finally on Mo's couch...by myself!
The next morning I woke up and headed down to one of the best French organic bakeries I've ever been too. One quiche down followed by a cappuccino, Mo and I headed over to the Public Market for some sight seeing. We walked through and saw the first Starbucks (They aren't quite to the level of evil empire Walmart so I feel like I can celebrate them to an extent). I saw the fish market where they toss the fish and talk in unison. It was pretty cool to see a 30lbs salmon being caught. We then took the hike over to the Space Needle and rode it to the top. Talk about an impressive view. Not only was the 360 view cool they also had inter actives inside where you could zoom in real-time on the surrounding neighborhoods. They also had displays talking about the funky and eclectic parts of the city. Definitely worth the money to visit.
I'll have to do this in chapters, but here are some pics to keep you busy until next time.
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