Oktoberfest Training, Day 1
It hasn't rained for days but I noticed a very foreboding cloud when I got off the bus after work. (I've always thought that no word deserves being described as "foreboding" as much as clouds.) Suddenly, as I'm sitting at my desk, there's a huge ruckus outside. The sky has that funny yellow-ish tinge and it's hailing like mad. I see a mother and her two children running down the sidewalk with wimpy papers held over their heads. Then it's not hailing anymore, but dumping buckets of rain. Now, as far as I can tell we're back to typical Seattle mistiness. We don't get storms like that often enough here. It's definitely blustery now... maybe we'll get some thunder. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
This is perfect weather for napping, which is exactly what I plan to do now. I went out last night and partied like I was still in college. Getting home around 4am after a far-past-midnight Chinese food snack for some reason seemed like a good idea, even though I had to wake up at 6am to get to work. Amazingly, I have felt pretty good all day. I'm fairly shocked that the worst I had to deal with was a little shakiness and having to ask the same questions of customers multiple times because my short-term memory wasn't backing me up. I can only imagine that tomorrow will be worse, tired wise. I think this is a pretty good excuse to put off cleaning my apartment for one more night.
I went out last night with Sara, the girl I'm going to Germany with, Caitlin, another friend from work, and a couple of girls they knew. Don't worry, Caitlin and I drove all the way from Right Near Downtown to BFE (aka Sara's House) just to drink a beer while waiting an hour and a half for a cab to take us back Downtown. We decided next time we're meeting on Eastlake.
I met up with friend Andy while in Belltown. I hadn't seen him for a little while and he didn't recognize me at first with my new haircut and no glasses on. That was kinda nice, he said he likes the hair a lot. He's the one who took me in the opposite direction from home for the Chinese food, after we stopped at a friend's apartment and saw the city from his 21st floor balcony. The view was awesome, the food was tasty. Andy kept telling me how much he was sorry that I had to get up so early; I kept telling him that it wasn't his fault I didn't go home earlier. He told me he would bring me a "big coffee" (complete with hand motions) in the morning, just name the time; I told him not to get up early on my account and playfully rolled my eyes. Sure enough, the kid shows up at about 9:30 at the store with a "big coffee" for me, hair all messy and obviously just rolled out of bed and planning on rolling back in. How sweet is that? Good guy.
PS. Now it's sunny. I <3 Seattle.
This is perfect weather for napping, which is exactly what I plan to do now. I went out last night and partied like I was still in college. Getting home around 4am after a far-past-midnight Chinese food snack for some reason seemed like a good idea, even though I had to wake up at 6am to get to work. Amazingly, I have felt pretty good all day. I'm fairly shocked that the worst I had to deal with was a little shakiness and having to ask the same questions of customers multiple times because my short-term memory wasn't backing me up. I can only imagine that tomorrow will be worse, tired wise. I think this is a pretty good excuse to put off cleaning my apartment for one more night.
I went out last night with Sara, the girl I'm going to Germany with, Caitlin, another friend from work, and a couple of girls they knew. Don't worry, Caitlin and I drove all the way from Right Near Downtown to BFE (aka Sara's House) just to drink a beer while waiting an hour and a half for a cab to take us back Downtown. We decided next time we're meeting on Eastlake.
I met up with friend Andy while in Belltown. I hadn't seen him for a little while and he didn't recognize me at first with my new haircut and no glasses on. That was kinda nice, he said he likes the hair a lot. He's the one who took me in the opposite direction from home for the Chinese food, after we stopped at a friend's apartment and saw the city from his 21st floor balcony. The view was awesome, the food was tasty. Andy kept telling me how much he was sorry that I had to get up so early; I kept telling him that it wasn't his fault I didn't go home earlier. He told me he would bring me a "big coffee" (complete with hand motions) in the morning, just name the time; I told him not to get up early on my account and playfully rolled my eyes. Sure enough, the kid shows up at about 9:30 at the store with a "big coffee" for me, hair all messy and obviously just rolled out of bed and planning on rolling back in. How sweet is that? Good guy.
PS. Now it's sunny. I <3 Seattle.