pappi had rotater cuff surgery and is once again sleeping in the basement chairs so lml can hear his lovely snoring. his workout buddie men came over with a get well soon balloon on a string tied to a fitness magazine the other day. ha. boring yes back to seat tle...

thursday
with the ladies working once more, kelly and lml trekked to jessi's other (and now only) place of work, the emp. what the hell is that? you ask. why the experience music project. first went through the brand new beatlemania exhibit. loved it. took half an hour to get through a single room. spectacular memorabilia and audio/quotes from all who lived in it. even silly boardgames, make them yourself dolls and clips from their big tv debut. then met our pal for lunch in the seattle center foodcourt where wee children were frolicking in those giant blowup castles. then we returned to the emp and went through the northwest passage, detailing seattle's music from jazz to death cab. they even talked about the presidents, adorable. went through the springsteen part, mainly a photo gallery, quite a few gorgeous pieces of artwork in there. meandered upstairs to the history of rock and roll part, started with bigband, chuck berry/ little richard etc, ended up at janis/johnny cash. the next part was by far the best, the hendrix gallery. they had drawings from when he was a kid and letters to his grandma and moved all the way through to the last bunch of lyrics he wrote on hotel stationary. there it all was, his smashed handpainted guitar, clothes, diaries, standing in front of it i was lost, non existent, feeling the energy of them radiating around me. my feet hurt like hell but i couldn't move anymore, it was too surreal. he was ridiculously talented, i can't even put it in the right words to give it all justice so i won't. just, go see it for yourself someday. then met jessi outside and went into the "onstage" place where she was working. you go onto this fake stage and lipsynch to twist and shout while you play instruments and then it takes your picture and it looks like you're a real band onstage. just about one of the funniest things ever. you can print out your picture and they had samples. the best involved a man playing his prosthetic leg like a guitar. by this time, j's shift was almost over and we went outside to wait. the emp is one of the strangest buildings ever and reflects this briliant shade of pink onto its afternoon surroundings. this was helpful to the photo project. hooray for color film!! stared up at the needle for a bit as it was right there next to us, but weren't about to pay any money to see the top. j brought her buddy heather home with us, who had scored a free bottle of wine? so we drank it. then we got tipsy, and went to the liquor store. *special note: all the liquor stores in seattle were run by the "liquor control board" or something like that and all close at 8 pm, and the dmv is called the "department of liscencing." is it just lml or hello 1984?* anyway, we obviously had some more, and had lots of fun and ate two pizzas without noticing, and decided heather is lovely. it seems all the heathers i meet these days are pleasant people. and betsy stole ice cream from the upstairs neighbor. oh, and we danced, danced like there was no tomorrow. but there was, and it was called...

friday
everyone else and their hangovers left the house quite early, lml and kelly awoke and decided an adventure was instore. the ladies of the house had never been to the top of the hill in queen anne, and heard it was exciting. so we climbed. we climbed many many stairs until we reached some high school, and then we sauntered on and found a gathering of stores. book stores, coffee shops, restaurants. it reminded lml of old town. and there was a funny cartoon puppy painted on the sidewalk and we loved him. and then saw a real puppy and loved it too. kelly found another puppy, but he didn't love her and scared the hell from her much to the delight of two lookieloos in the window above him. ate some wonderful rice noodles with tofu for lunch and felt just like home. succinctly, queen anne is quaint and adorable.
wandered down to the market again to buy aforementioned beethoven, took the last of the pictures, some guy was freestyle rapping on the bus. came home and saw all the ladies once more, and went to mama's for mexican food. on the way back we started talking to some guy in a window across the street from the bus stop, and he was kinda boring and 32. and the bus was sooo slow and suddenly he had appeared behind us and started talking and we all were laughing on the inside. and there was a sticker on the street sign next to us that said "the baldman is watching you" and indeed he was! creepy man in said building had watched us yell at other guy for awhile then turned off his lights and continued to peep. his bald head shining in the moonlight like the twinkle of a knife before it plunges into your heart. basically the bus came and we got on it very fast and laughing uncontrollably. met new friend linda, and somehow kelly was once more intoxicated. ce'st la vie. impromptu guitar rock outs, stayed up late again and said goodbye to two more seattle friends.

saturday
got up to go to airport and went. and leaving my favorite people is hard and i pretended to be tired to hold back the tears. return plane trip was uneventful and read a book on gandhi for class, which was interesting but i also didn't care. and we landed. at home. where each day is spent in robotic movements. and the only thing i looked forward to was sleeping in my bed. so much so that i dreamt about sleeping in a really comfortable bed. and as it is almost 1:30 believe i may just head there now.