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It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed into my empty apartment this morning, which is not a very good feeling for a Saturday. All I really planned on doing this weekend was dragging my giant server out of the closet, cramming it into my car somehow, and babysitting several hours worth of data copying. Silly hardware upgrades. Though it does give me the opportunity to sit next to ~1.2TB worth of hard drives, which is kind of like looking into a really deep aquarium.
Becky was down south for her 60s hippiemania thing tomorrow and since she knows a grand total of two people to have fun with in Seattle - one of them being me - her and Josh came over to try and find some way to take advantage of what was turning into a very nice evening.
It was decided that some Gordito's would be good, so down to 85th we went. I had a giant fajita (lol fagita) plate that I'm still full from. When we'd had our fill of good food and bad mexican polka music, we left but didn't know where to... somehow it was decided that Gas Works Park would be cool to see in the dark. And indeed it was, it was warm, cloudy and dark, and Seattle was beautiful. We kicked around and soaked in the view for quite a while, then walked around and ruined a few romantic moments. Then on the way out we caught a drunked brawl in the parking lot (in much the way you might catch a rerun of Seinfeld) and found it so entertaining that when we saw the cop car heading there on the way out, we turned around to watch the carnage. They were fleeing like rats from a ship.
We took the scenic route through north Seattle and pointed out our old haunts to Becky who had obviously never seen these places, which is weird because I'm used to people that, if they've spent any time at all in Seattle, have spent most of their lives there.
Anyway that was my day and we didn't really do much I guess but it was really chill and beat the heck out of babysitting hardware for 8 hours. I'll take a warm summer evening 'gallavanting' around north Seattle over most things I could possibly have done in Bellingham this weekend.
Becky was down south for her 60s hippiemania thing tomorrow and since she knows a grand total of two people to have fun with in Seattle - one of them being me - her and Josh came over to try and find some way to take advantage of what was turning into a very nice evening.
It was decided that some Gordito's would be good, so down to 85th we went. I had a giant fajita (lol fagita) plate that I'm still full from. When we'd had our fill of good food and bad mexican polka music, we left but didn't know where to... somehow it was decided that Gas Works Park would be cool to see in the dark. And indeed it was, it was warm, cloudy and dark, and Seattle was beautiful. We kicked around and soaked in the view for quite a while, then walked around and ruined a few romantic moments. Then on the way out we caught a drunked brawl in the parking lot (in much the way you might catch a rerun of Seinfeld) and found it so entertaining that when we saw the cop car heading there on the way out, we turned around to watch the carnage. They were fleeing like rats from a ship.
We took the scenic route through north Seattle and pointed out our old haunts to Becky who had obviously never seen these places, which is weird because I'm used to people that, if they've spent any time at all in Seattle, have spent most of their lives there.
Anyway that was my day and we didn't really do much I guess but it was really chill and beat the heck out of babysitting hardware for 8 hours. I'll take a warm summer evening 'gallavanting' around north Seattle over most things I could possibly have done in Bellingham this weekend.
