Road Trip – Day 3

I’m still quite behind on blogging about my trip.  On Saturday we went to the Pike Place Market.  It’s pretty touristy, but I discovered that it’s a great opportunity for my new photography hobby.  The first shot is of the sound from the parking lodge.

Here’s the tourist shot.

I loved seeing this sign I saw inside the market.

Almost.   Just almost.

So, here are the pictures I took of the produce and fresh seafood for sail at the market.

HOLY HUGE LOBSTER!

 

 

HOLY HUGE SALMON!

OK, here’s just some more random shots of fish and stuff. Click to enlarge.

 

The funniest thing that happened all day was when we went into the jade store.   The little Chinese man who owns and runs the store asked me if I was married, and when I said no, he asked why not.  I didn’t want to go into it with a stranger, but my mom was yelling at him, “she doesn’t want to be married.”   Anyway, the guy told me he’d give me $500 to get married.  I told him he better remember that he said that, and I’d be back to collect.

Any takers?  I’ll split the 500 bucks with you.  60/40 split, though.  I mean, finders fee, and all.

Just sayin’.

Road Trip – Day 2

So, when last we met, I was staying the night at Motel 6.  

I got up the next morning, not too early but not too late, either, and was on the road about 8:30.   

This is what Oregon looks like in the daylight hours.

I doubt you can make it out, but the sign on the left says says “Oakland 1 Mile”.    You go so far, and yet, you barely get anywhere.   Story of my life.

More Oregon.

So, have you guessed where I’ve gone on my little road trip yet?  Here’s a hint:

 

Do you got it?   Well, if you’ve never been here, you might not, but bridges like these are a very common site in Washington state.

Isn’t it pretty?

The hat was still doing what it does.

A little product placement never hurt anyone, right?

It seemed like it took longer than it should, but soon I was passing through the Emerald City.

Not long afterwards, I was ringing the doorbell at my parents’ place, and my dad was pouring me a Guinness.  Several Guinnesses later, here I still am.

More on my goings on later . . .

Road Trip – Day 1

I left town on Thursday afternoon, and started driving.  I ran into a lot of traffic trying to get out of the Bay Area.  Once I was beyond Fairfield, though, it was smooth sailing.  At my first stop, I took out my camera, and I took some snapshots along the way. 

That’s my new hat.  I think it’ll be prominently featured in pretty much all the photos taken of me during this trip.  I’ve decided I look good in hats.  I know, super shallow, but really, it’s about not having to do my hair.

So, this is pretty much what I saw for hours:

And I took this picture to show Me’da that I wasn’t speeding:

Ok, maybe I was speeding, but just a little, uh?

Northern California is still on fire, so this is how the sunset looked.   

 

 

 

Passin’.  

 

Mountain.  It looked bigger in person:

And then it was dark, so I switched my eye gear out.

I decided to stop for the night, and I’ll be damned if the bathroom in the Motel 6 isn’t bigger than my own back home???  WTFH!

 

 

So, by the end of the first day, I had driven halfway to my destination.  My good old Honda Civic got about 38 MPG.  Not bad considering the mountains and traffic.  I mostly listened to my iPod, but I also got to listen to Darby’s mix twice.    There were some great travel tunes on there, including a cover by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes of Sinead O’connor’s “Nothing Compares 2 U” which I used to have, and am so glad to have again.

Get Outta Town

I’m getting ready to leave for a road trip.   Actually, I’m not really actively getting ready.  I’m sort of working from in anticipation of leaving later this afternoon.  I haven’t exactly packed.    I’m kind of a procrastinator.

Right now I’m just sitting here trying to remember how many chargers for how many pieces of electronics I have to take with me.  Living in the digital age has certainly changed the Great American Road Trip in a lot of ways.   Like, I haven’t been up late every night this week trying to make mix CDs or tapes, because almost all the music I own is on my iPod.   Although, Darby did make me a CD, and I can’t wait to hear what’s on that.

I didn’t get around to washing my car like I wanted to before I go.  It’s probably not such a big deal, because it’s just going to get filthy on the way.  I’m driving through Northern California, and last i checked, it was still on fire.   Maybe I’ll just wash it when I get there.

I also need to get all the camping gear out of my trunk.  As you may know, I live in a dinky little studio apartment.  There’s not a lot of extra storage space here, so there’s certain things that kind of live in the trunk of my car.   There’s the sleeping bag and tent, specifically, and a lot of other miscellaneous crap.   It’s a lot better than it used to be, that’s for sure, but if I’m going to fill it with my luggage and my sax, then I have to make some room.

Yes, I’m taking the sax with me.   I can’t afford to go a week without playing.  For now, I go nowhere the sax can’t go.

So, in a few hours, I’m gonna hit the road.    I’m going to try to remember to take my camera and take a lot of pictures, so hopefully I’ll have some good stuff to post when I get back.

Ciao!

Crazy Single Girl Life – Personal Questions Editions

It seems that since I’m single, people (friends, acquaintances, family members, etc.) think that my personal life is fair territory, and I’ve found myself on the receiving end of some very odd questions, statements, advice. Lemme just save us both some time and go over some fine points for you.

  • If I don’t bring it up, you don’t bring it up. If I don’t tell you that I’m seeing someone, going on a date, met somebody, etc., then the topic is off limits. If you have to ask, you’re prying. Period. End of discussion. Don’t get all indignant and pissy with me when I point it out to you, either.
  • If I respond to your prying question with some sort of cagey answer, you should drop it. This is my way of subtly saying that I don’t really have a desire to share. If you don’t pick up on the hint, don’t get all indignant when I go the blunt route and point out that you’re prying.
  • Until such time as I tell you that I’m not single anymore, you can go ahead and assume that I still am. What kind of fucked up question is, “Are you still single?” This will be responded to with either the afore mentioned cagey answer and/or the blunt pointing out of how rude you are and/or sarcasm. Are you still not minding your own damn business?
  • Don’t you dare judge me for behaving like a single person. If, as a result of your prying or because I have actually decided to confide in you on my own, I allude to or flat out state that I may or may not be going on dates with one or more person, don’t get all flushed by the plural. Just ’cause I went out with John on Sunday, and Dick on Tuesday, that does not make me some kind of tramp. And did it ever occur to you that I’m making it all up just to throw you off?
  • What’s up with So-And-So? As far as I’m concerned, the only appropriate answer to this question is: I don’t know. What is up with So-and-So? I’m sure you’ve heard some bit of gossip about me and So-And-So, and I’m also fairly sure that it’s all poppycock. Until you hear it from me directly, you should also assume it’s poppycock. Asking about it is prying. See above.

So, in summation, there’s nothing going on, and even if there is something going on, I’m not talking about it, so you don’t need to know, and at such time that it becomes pertinent for you to know what’s happening with my personal life, I will be sure to fill you in, and until I do that, it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

Oh, and the more you pry, the less likely I am to be comfortable sharing with you. Gaining trust takes patience. No patience = no juicy details.

As if I have juicy details.

I totally have juicy details.

Or do I?

Just sayin’.

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Pirate Party – So Much Yar!

The Pyrockers were in town over the weekend, staying with Baby Bro. In their honor, Baby Bro and his roommates threw a Pirate Party on Friday. I love a good costume party. My friends love a good costume party. We also all love pirates. And The Pyrockers played in the living room.

Yar! So many booty jokes, so little time!

Crazy Single Girl Life – Laundry Edition

If you’ve been following this blog at all, you know that I have been keeping pretty busy. Actually, that’s putting it lightly. I’ve been going going going so much that I barely see my apartment. It pretty much is just the spot where I crash and shower. I don’t even eat here so much.

Of course, as many people have pointed out, this isn’t necessarily a mutually exclusive symptom of single-ness. I just think, looking back on my relationships, that when you’re with someone, hanging out at one or the other’s place becomes an activity of it’s own. I don’t particularly care for sitting around by myself. It makes me either feel like a loser, a failure, or that I’m just missing out on lots of potential fun. I’d rather be busy.

So, I go out a lot. Band practice, piano bar, pirate party, jell-o shot party, drive-ins, dvds at the command center, Rudy’s, SNWMF, The Soul Captives playing, Maldroid playing, The Phenomenauts playing, and on, and on.

Then, when I finally do get home, exhausted, I fill up a glass of water, sit it next to my new alarm clock, plug my iPod into that new alarm clock, plug in my cell phone, and just as I’m crawling into bed, I slip out of my pants, and socks and leave them there . . . in the pile of other pants and socks that are next to my bed.

When I wake up, I drink some water, climb over the pile of laundry, and drag myself towards the shower, leaving what’s left of the clothes I wore yesterday on top of yet another pile that has come to live under the sink.

So, there’s been a pile of jeans and sox next to the bed, and a pile of underwear and t-shirts under the sink for weeks. Shoes are just about everywhere. And every week or so, I’ve done that one load of subsistence laundry with one pair of jeans, a few t-shirts, some socks, some underwear, and one towel. Then there’s also the overflowing hamper in the closet with all the clothes that I don’t want to wear often enough to be included in my subsistence load.

But even my laziness, craziness, and slovenliness has it’s limits. This morning I find myself with some down time, so I am doing about a metric butt ton of laundry.

I’m So Bloody Bored

I am so bored.  Totally bored.  Completely bored.  Losing my mind bored.  Claustrophobic bored.   Shoot me bored.  Screaming bored.  I guess I’ll go to bed now bored.   

I guess I could watch some Netflix or read a book, but like, I am just not in the mood.  Plus, I’m just used to being on the go.   I mean, sitting here in my apartment by myself is something I just don’t do anymore, right.  

It’s not like I don’t have things to do.  I still need to fill out the forms for my new job benefits.  I could be doing laundry.   There’s a baby shower I’m helping to throw.   There’s a wedding coming up that I’m in.   I’m going on a road trip next week.   I have a pirate party to go tomorrow.   There’s some dishes in the sink.  So, there’s stuff I could be doing and preparing for.   

But I’d rather somebody call me and say, “Come hang out with us.”

And at the same time, I’m exhausted.  

Maybe I should just put on a Netflix and fall asleep. 

What I really should stop doing is messing around on the Intertubes.   PeggyLu!!!  Put down the MacBook, and back away slowly.   

I think boredom is giving me heartburn.