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Saturday, March 13, 2004
Sleepful in Seattle
Hello from Seattle! I flew in yesterday afternoon to visit Jenn who works at Microsoft out here. At the moment, I'm feeling decently well-rested after an eventful day yesterday, conking out last night, a morning work-out, and a brisk shower. A couple of quick notables about the trip so far:
Puma
Going to the mall, somebody ended up with some very nice purchases. But it wasn't me. I'm pretty sure Jenn will end up posting about her shopping exploits, so I won't steal her thunder here. Just wanted to mention that we went to the Puma store, and I was very close to buying a pair of khaki-colored deck shoes featuring a red Puma logo and sporting fat, red laces. They looked good, but at $60, I think I'll wait..
Butterfish
Yesterday for dinner, we (Annie, Jenn, and moi) went to a nice seafood restaurant called Ray's. I had "Ray's Sampler" which included a dungeness crab cake, a piece of chinook salmon, and a piece of sablefish, supplemented by Yukon gold mashed potatoes, string beans, and one of those mini (not baby) carrots. The highlight of the sampler was the sablefish, which has a silky smooth texture to the meat. In addition, it's supposed to be loaded with oils, even more so than yummy salmon. Hence, the sablefish is also called the "butterfish." Mmm.. butter..
Cutthroat
After dinner we went to play games at Jillian's. It's similar to the one in SF, but the dance floor is much smaller and less happening. Jenn had extra tokens from going to a Microsoft gathering there the day before, so we pretty much squandered those playing the Nascar racing game and the Shooting Hoops game. We proceeded to go upstairs and shoot some pool. I don't know if it was the alcohol intoxication, but Jenn and Annie weren't playing their "prime game." Ironic, because I didn't drink anything, and yet I was pretty much sucking, too. Our three games of cutthroat (where you sink the 10 balls of the other two players) took a shameful hour and a half to complete.
Warning
On the way back to Jenn's apartment, I got pulled over. I say "I" because I was the one driving Jenn's sporty automobile (a turbocharged VW Beetle). And for the first time in my life, the guy didn't give me a ticket. That's a "DID NOT." Praise God! I've been pulled over, well, many times (*sigh*), and tried lotsa different strategies to get out of a ticket. I'm always polite, but I've tried once to be straightforward and honest, admitting to fault and asking for leniency (which didn't work), and another time, I tried to give an explanation for the reasoning behind my illegal maneuver and why I didn't deserve a ticket (which also didn't work). I've even tried to feign ignorance about what happened (definitely didn't work). Anyway, the officer was very nice and let us off with a warning. Jenn thinks it's because 1) I'm from out-of-state and because 2) I hadn't been drinking (technically, I was functioning like the DD given that both the girls with me had drinks that evening). Did you know that if you get a ticket in another state, it doesn't go on your California driving record (and thus, doesn't affect insurance premiums)? Good to know fact, but I'm really glad that it didn't even apply in this particular instance.
9:41 AM Albert
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..a life in DUO