Wow, I totally feel bad about being 2 days late! eeeekk! I'm my own worst deadline.
Must say that Thurday = TONS of fun, with good food, including home-made pizza crust that tasted like fish...Sorry jack, but your wife was right, it totally tasted like fish. But over all a fine pizza with in the nick of time hot buttered rum and egg-a nog-a. And I got to do MAFF, that outsmarted me. arg. I NEED to get back into that.
Friday, oh man. Went to Skillet on Cap Hill. Started with a Bloody Mary (bacon infused) and then a Mimosa. Went to Elysian and sampled the IPA the porter, and had a Stout of my very own, (very big in my opinion). And this delicious Earl Grey tea with white chocolate liquor and amaretto. Mmmm! Waited a bit and went to the Space Needle and was reminded, yet again, that I don't think I'll end up anywhere else, cuz I LOVE IT HERE! That view never never gets old. Never. I think it's the little kid in me. *still stoked* Had a glass of red up there, so good, the Bartender had Invader Zim tattoos on the inside of his calves teehee. Then a night of perusing the Hill.
I want to make "white russians" my drink, cuz why not promote the Big Lebowski?
Saturday, I left my wallet at my friends house, super scary driving around, like I do, without a driver's license, though I've been called "tactful" lately so that's what I'm sticking to. But still, other people are crazy, I was only pointed this out by my best friend that I'm operating a one-ton killing machine, going really fast. She was in a car accident and now flinches at every brake light, which is cute, but I feel bad, cuz we could be a good football length away and she can still imagine the impact. But I got oil for my bar, just need a place to change it. and I got my car washed...which totally lost me Karma, (forgot cash to tip :( horrible). Then I got to see a friend of mine, who luck has it, gets to live down in Tahoe, CA to snowboard, ALL EFFING SEASON! *is jealous* but it made me think of maybe work/traveling on my two month break next year...Came home to bikers and big hearts.
There's something to be said when someone can see your full emotion in what you say.
Day 9: I have something to say, and I don't care who knows it.
I LOVE TALKING! OMGoodness like all the time. I'll admit it, and I have worked hard to do that for a living. I do love talking, and I love passing on the words I've learned.
Case one: listening, today I heard that Knowledge is free, that's why you listen to people when they say they have lessons, because you DON'T have to learn the hard way, just absorb what you can like a sponge and work with it. So I can learn from words. and I can help others by listening.
Case two. Last night I broke someone's heart. Nothing romantic, nothing dramatic, just I mentioned something that bothered me, and someone saw that it really bothered me. Said person has got to be one of the reasons I got home early and was sad I couldn't say good bye this morning to. He's got a few years, and he's human, but oh man, his heart and his faith. Brings tears to my eyes. and he saw my small bother and felt it. So I feel words. and I can touch with words.
Case three. We're chilling at Elysian, and I come out of the bathroom to find my friend speaking with an old gentleman at the end of the bar and he has this tattered paper notebook that looks like a pocket calendar with a rubber band around it with a few notes. We start talking about life, and he is all about living in the moment, and passing on the word and being happy, just because. And he takes out his book and he had showed it to my friend and explained it's just his book for thoughts. I reach into my purse and pull out mine, and we both smile like old friends. My friend tries to take a picture of him, but graciously asks first and he declines. He said that's part of his soul and she didn't deserve it, yet, because she didn't know him. Which I thought was pretty cool. Then we talked more about life, and as we are about to leave I mention something along the lines of, "well I think everyone has a story, and I love stories, I always have and always will, which is why I try and talk and listen, because I could learn something from everyone." He then asked if he could put that down, he clarified, take my words, and put them in his book. He asked me for part of me and I could have lifted off the ground. He saw how much I meant them and wanted to honor them and pass them on. *sooo cool*
I love being 22. Golden year, going well :)
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