Tales of the Cities
I got to Seattle last Thursday and was picked up by my friend Nick (you can see him in the party pictures down below, he's bald and DJing), we met other friends and went to Icon for dinner, which was enjoyable as usual. Afterwards we went to Wasabi Bistro for drinks and to listen to some live music. I saw my former assistant Kenny Tai and he told me he was quitting his job at Wasabi because of some sort of "internal politics."
The next day I went to UW to meet my advisor. I was immediately hit with some bad news, the University has discovered, through no fault of my own, that I've moved out-of-state and consequently I'm now responsible for paying out-of-state tuition, which is almost 5 times as much per term. The meeting was downhill from there and I was glad to exit the premises, if only temporarily.
Walking through UW's campus I decided to cut through "Red Square" which is basically an enormous square covered in red brick which forms the quasi-center of the University of Washington. As I got closer to the square I could hear dribbles of words from some sort of malfunctioning PA system, it sounded like strange, Beat-style poetry with an unordered structure that was definitely not English-major quality. Imagine hearing "Sodomites.... Bush...... End of Days...... Fetus is a.........Book of Revelations...." punctuated by loud squawks of feedback from a PA system.
Intrigued, I rounded the bend and before me was a rag-tag bunch of evangelicals from the "Bush Campus Crusade for Christ" surrounded by a much larger crowd of UW students. The UW students were screaming at the evangelicals who were screaming right back through their screwed-up PA system, hence the broken, staccato-style sound of their right-wing rant. These poor evangelicals, I don't think G-d was in favor of them that day.
That night I went to dinner with some friends from school who were graduating. It was bittersweet saying goodbye to them but nice being in Seattle again. I enjoyed the weather, which I expected to be overcast but was surprisingly warm and sunny in that glorious way that can only be achieved in the Pacific Northwest.
Saturday I left for New Orleans to meet the Good Doc. New Orleans was stormy, hot and muggy when I arrived. I took a nap, the Good Doc came back from giving his presentation on cancer and we took off with some friends of his for Bourbon Street. We all had a great time punctuated by too many Hurricanes for one person in our group, a lot of dancing and wearing glowsticks and a final stand at Cafe Du Monde' for beignets and coffee at 2:00 AM.
Monday before we left we went to Emeril's restaurant for lunch. I'll give them props for their service, the waiters and staff were very attentive and the food was excellent. One word of advice Emeril, lose the marshmallow topping on the peanut butter pie, it's nasty and doesn't work.
Yesterday the hot tub was lifted into our back patio and now we await the electrical upgrade that it turns out is necessary to get the thing to work properly without blowing circuit-breakers every time we switch it on. Oh the trials of San Francisco life.
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