I have to go to a department work party this afternoon at a pool hall/game extravaganza place. I don't know how to bowl. They won't have a single thing on the menu I would eat. Everyone but me will be drunk. Oh, and PS: I organized the party.
I had to book a crowd pleaser event. Last year we played Srabble at a German pub. That was also my doing, and I was told that this year there better be sports. The pub played good music and Scrabble does not require athletic coordination, of which I have none. The one benefit of this year's venue is that at least I'm only a few blocks from home once we get there. Maybe I can sneak out the back door and go to Twice Sold Tales. Nobody would even notice that I'm gone. They certainly don't notice much of the work I do when I'm around.
Last night I took the bus to the Vespa Club meeting, which was painfully ironic. Then I threw up in a garbage can at the bus stop on account of the motion sickness. At least I managed to contain myself while on the bus. Oh dear lord how I detest the Metro bus system. I pine for days of smooth-rolling subways that ran every 10 minutes. Air conditioned in summer, heated in winter. I do give the Metro a few thumbs up, though -- a lot of the buses run on veggie oil or are electric, and you can put your bicycle on the front so you don't have to ride up Denny.
Speaking of vomit-inducing transit, the SLUT began serving everyone in biotechland today. I picked her up at Hooters and rode her all the way downtown. I took a picture of the purple trolley about to make its maiden voyage. The marquee said "Hello Seattle!" which was cute. The driver waved to me while I was standing in the street like a moron with my camera phone. (I don't know why I bother -- I can't figure out how to get the photos off my phone without paying Sprint my firstborn child.) By far the best thing to come of our shiny new SLUT is the "Ride the SLUT!" t-shirts:
I must have one and I must get one for every friend back East who doesn't believe that they're really calling our new public transit the SLUT.
Does anyone else find it totally ridiculous that we now have a Monorail that travels one mile to Westlake Center, and a Trolley that travels one mile to Westlake Center, yet I still can't get from South Lake Union to Capitol Hill without 2 buses, 2 transfers, 45 minutes and vomit?
Oh and don't bother recommending all those motion sickness "cures" you've heard about. I tried them ALL, including this high-tech shock therapy bracelet that delivers an electronic pulse into your arm while traveling. The only thing that works is Dramamine, but then my sense of humor gets very strange and I crave chicken McNuggets. It's a bad scene all around.
Crap. Time to go bowling.
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