Finally!

Today, I finally got to spend a day in Seattle. After driving back to Seattle from Yakima in the ass-early morning, we finally got a day to spend looking around.

We went to Fremont and had lunch at a Greek restaurant before I got to play in heaven, er, at least heaven for me. It was an acoustic musical instruments store and it had guitars, banjos, dulcimers, violins, cellos, basses, ukeleles, mandolins, percussion instruments, harps - you name it, it had it, and I was happier than a monkee on crack, but we'll get to that later.

We checked out the flea market where I had an encounter with a psychic who was eerily accurate. So the outlook looks good - she wants to call me on Friday after meditating on me - I'm not sure what that means, but I'm sure it'll be interesting. It was actually a nice encounter.

We ended up perusing through the things and stopped at one where I loaded up on these awesome handmade wallets and coin purses. I'll just have to show you later, but my favorite purchase was my Elvis wallet - again, you'll just have to see it. It's fabulous.

We then headed north and east to check out the wineries and the Red Hook Brewery. We stopped at Columbia Winery to enjoy a free wine tasting and then hurried across the way to Chateau Ste. Michelle, which was gorgeous. Unfortunately, we got there too late because it was closed, but we did stop to take pictures of the stunning grounds and lawns - it was so ideal, I would have spent a lot of time there. The picture above is from the winery - and the picture below - I just thought they were cool.

Then, we had an interesting time at the Red Hook Brewery where we got the Sampler of six of their beers. They were supposed to be six 3oz beers, but they ran out of the 3oz glasses and instead gave us a little more than 3oz of each beer in a pint glass. Yeah. You can only imagine. I am too used to the regular Red Hook you get in NYC bars - these were fresh and fabulous. I'm a big fan of the Blonde. I highly recommend it. After a pint of the blonde, we were rushing back to Seattle for a dinner at Wasabi Bistro.

The Bistro was nice, a fairly shi-shi-pee-pee-doo-doo kind of place. There were five of us - me, Jess, Megan, Chaz, and his girlfriend, Carlin. And no, I haven't been able to eat sushi since my 21st birthday (I'm sure you can figure that out) and I thought I did well with my Yakisoba and one piece of sushi. I've got to ease back into it.

Afterwards, we tried to go to the dueling piano bar (how cool is that?) but it was closed, so we opted for Ollie's for some karaoke. It was interesting. When we got there, it was fairly dead with this very special guy on the mic who kept singing to us. He was very into it and very out of key, but we appreciated his spunk. Meanwhile, this crazy lady, Charlene, slapped Megan on the butt and before you knew it, we had slipped the karaoke guy a slip of paper for "Ice Ice Baby" and had a rockin' time. The crazy lady proceeded to sing "Summertime" and butchered it pretty well. Her boyfriend watched while we made fun of the fact that we could see his buttcrack when he sat. That was awesome. We also did "Wannabe" and had a good time doing it. We tried to slip one to the karaoke guy to have Jess do "I Touch Myself," but then the place started to get a little crowded. For a Sunday night, this place was hopping. So then Chaz and Carlin left and we were patiently awaiting for the karaoke guy to call out our selection, whereupon we'd probably get beaten by Jess.

Since Jess, Megan, and I are all New Yorkers, we decided to put in a request for "New York, New York" under the name "New Yorkers for Kerry." But then he didn't call us, though he called Charlene up for a super special (or totchy) rendition of the National Anthem. She was special indeed, especially since she kept retreating to the bathroom to do some coke. That was pretty cool. We waited for about another twenty minutes before we realized that karaoke guy was putting us off and we were pretty tired, so we left.

On the way out, we told Jess that "New York" was not the first song that would have been called and would have instead required her to sing the Divinyls. But then we realized we probably shouldn't do stuff like that with Jess since she's the boss of us and she swears that we're in trouble once we hit Iowa. I have every reason to belive that is true.

By the way, has anyone heard of Chiggers? Yeah, sounds derogatory, but aparently they are serious. They are these little insects like ticks that burrow in your skin and they only live in places like Iowa and Texas. Sweet. I'm going to need to get my roommates to send me some closed-toed shoes right now.

But if Jess wants to get back at us, she'll probably send us to some heavily infested Chigger areas. Most of the times, I don't regret being a smartass, but then I go and do something that I regret much later down the line when I least expect it. Rock.