waider

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.

Today I am going to swan around as a tourist for a bit, before catching up with Broen for more beers.

rimrunner, I've not forgotten about calling, I'm just Insufficiently Organized :)

Jun. 11th, 2006