Seattle Bound, Baby!
Thursday, March 31 All booked for a flight to Portland, Oregon, where I'll meet one of my best friends from college (she's from Raleigh) and stay Thursday night with a man who cracked my back so good at a Grateful Dead show back in 1991 that I STILL talk about how Lance cracked my back.
Friday, April 1 Drive to Seattle. Could this actually be the trip where, after almost six years of waiting and trying, I'll actually get to see Mount Saint Helens? Friday night in downtown Seattle on Elliott Bay, overlooking the Olympics, the setting sun over the Puget Sound. My God, is that drool coming out of my mouth?
Saturday, April 2 - Sunday, April 3 National Writers Workshop. Nevermind that it's a workshop for journalists. I pitched it as a "nonfiction writing workshop." Best workshop Cathy has ever been to.
Sunday, April 3 Drive to Vancouver, BC. Stay in a hotel for free because Cathy has told them she's working on a story about girlfriend getaways and so they'll comp our hotel room. Maybe I can convince the old girl to drive up the Sea to Mountain Highway up to Whister? Maybe hit up a bit of the Sunshine Coast? Maybe just explore Vancouver since I've never actually been in the city.
Monday, April 4 Drive back down to Bellingham, WA, my favorite city in the whole goddamned nation. Stay in the old downtown, where Wal-Mart and other large chains are banned. Eat and drink lots in cozy neighborhood bars. Hook up with a semi-bald musician with a lovely goatee ... in my wildest dreams, but what's reality if you don't dream.
Tuesday, April 5 Meander our way back to Portland by way of Whidbey Island. Enjoy heaven on earth.
Wednesday, April 6 Fly back home.
I get one day of comp time, and I've got three consecutive days of personal leave attached. It will be marvelous. One week after coming off Spring Break, I'll be gone again ... this time to the wild and wonderful, rugged and regal West fucking Coast. Even more marvelous? It's probably halfway paid for with Staff Development funds.
Fucking awesome. And I can barely contain myself.
Because Lance is going to crack my back again, after almost fifteen years. Orgasmic.
Friday, April 1 Drive to Seattle. Could this actually be the trip where, after almost six years of waiting and trying, I'll actually get to see Mount Saint Helens? Friday night in downtown Seattle on Elliott Bay, overlooking the Olympics, the setting sun over the Puget Sound. My God, is that drool coming out of my mouth?
Saturday, April 2 - Sunday, April 3 National Writers Workshop. Nevermind that it's a workshop for journalists. I pitched it as a "nonfiction writing workshop." Best workshop Cathy has ever been to.
Sunday, April 3 Drive to Vancouver, BC. Stay in a hotel for free because Cathy has told them she's working on a story about girlfriend getaways and so they'll comp our hotel room. Maybe I can convince the old girl to drive up the Sea to Mountain Highway up to Whister? Maybe hit up a bit of the Sunshine Coast? Maybe just explore Vancouver since I've never actually been in the city.
Monday, April 4 Drive back down to Bellingham, WA, my favorite city in the whole goddamned nation. Stay in the old downtown, where Wal-Mart and other large chains are banned. Eat and drink lots in cozy neighborhood bars. Hook up with a semi-bald musician with a lovely goatee ... in my wildest dreams, but what's reality if you don't dream.
Tuesday, April 5 Meander our way back to Portland by way of Whidbey Island. Enjoy heaven on earth.
Wednesday, April 6 Fly back home.
I get one day of comp time, and I've got three consecutive days of personal leave attached. It will be marvelous. One week after coming off Spring Break, I'll be gone again ... this time to the wild and wonderful, rugged and regal West fucking Coast. Even more marvelous? It's probably halfway paid for with Staff Development funds.
Fucking awesome. And I can barely contain myself.
Because Lance is going to crack my back again, after almost fifteen years. Orgasmic.