I'm sitting in a Seattle coffeehouse and the baristas on duty have chosen Nirvana's Unplugged album for community listening. Isn't that a tad cliche? I mean, really?
I'm a wee bit maudlin, as I wanted to change my flight home to an earlier flight and was prohibited by Southwest's computer system from doing so. I didn't realize at the time that I had booked the last flight out of Dodge that gets me back to Tejas at midnight on Tuesday, so poo on that. I do have a long layover in Lost Wages, NV. I could perhaps wile away my two hours there in front of the slot machines like a good American.
Due to the fact that Dyna did not bring proper documentation with her, we chose to skip Vancouver, as we did not want her to be denied reentry into the US. Instead, after much cheerleading from one Jesse F., we decided to take our tourism business to Anacortes, WA. Indie rock children will recall Anacortes as a smaller version of Olympia, what with all those dear twee K-Recs types congregating there to make atonal opera or whatevs. Whilst in Anacortes, I observed that "tweeness" rhymes with "penis."
All the cheap-ass motels were sold out so we stayed at a very nice resorty place in Whidbey Island. Swilkes, Dyna and I were treated to a summer camp-esque expanse of watery views, our own lagoon, grassy fields, and an inadequately stocked bar (wine and beer only). We ventured into the town of Coupeville for a meal, only to be treated to the shittiest restaurant experience in recent memory (see below--The Mad Crab is a shitpile and can totally eat my ass). Fortunately, I am with friends and we were able to laugh off the experience through creative expressions of hatred. I attacked that dilhole nutsack restaurant on tripadvisor.com with the veracity of a scorned mistress. The Mad Crab is going down.
I also wrote a five-star review for Anacortes eatery Adrift. Adrift sold me one of the most delicious hamburgers I have ever eaten. They used top-quality Washington State beef and concocted a burger combo featuring garlic aioli and carmelized onions that was positively delightful. They also had nice vegetable sides and used books for sale. Sarah's cookie was superlative. I highly recommend Adrift.
Tomorrow is Sarah's huge bomb-ass party featuring all of her friends convening at once. Tuesday Dyna and I go to our respective homes. Then I hang around Austin for three weeks, go to Northampton for my leadership weekend thingy, come home for another two weeks, and then head off to Vermont. Then I get cut open. I have nothing planned after that, except maybe getting a real job again.