travel update
I arrived in Seattle on Thursday evening, and promptly wound up in a pub. Since arriving:
- Telemarketing call. Telesurvey, actually, but no difference. To my corporate apartment, as I walked in the door. FUCKING LEECHES.
- Sung to by random guy on street. Well, random guy wanted to sing a song from me to Broenwynn. The fact that I joined in may have invalidated the deal. Broenwynn was amused. Random guy got five bucks and an invite to Broenwynn's coffee shop to sing to her patrons.
- Other random guy: You're a celebrity, aren't you? Who are you? Me: No, I'm just a tourist. ORG: You've gotta be a celebrity, you're grinning when you say "no"
- ORG also tried to BUY a cigarette off Broen.
- Scott #1: You guys have been sitting out here all night. What's with the accents? (Broen's accent is predominantly Australian)
- Scott #2 was the guitarist in the pub band, so for a few minutes I was wearing a guitar at least part of which was about as old as me. Alas, the band had stopped playing so I didn't get to jam. Maybe that was a good thing, though.
- Rude coffee, complete with plastic lid flipped unenthusiastically onto the counter.
- Carded. Offered my passport as ID. "This isn't you.". Jeez.
- Met up with anavolena and her SO.
- Watched some bad TV - both quality of programming and quality of reception. When Aboda say their apartments are like home away from home, I didn't think they'd actually include the dubious and limited cable reception in the offer.