Seattle is all fun and games, and then your head hurts
I probably don’t/shouldn’t have to say much more. A short trip to Seattle is a double edged sword. Getting in and get out with as little damage as possible means making up for lost time, but this guy knows how to pace himself. I’m still finding Dick’s cheeseburger wrappers in my bag…
So mixing up pleasure and business is a pastime that I support, and this trip was no different. I didn’t get as many photos of bags as I would have hoped, mainly because there aren’t many messengers left in the biz it would seem. Old friends have moved on to new things: school, new jobs, other places, but those that were left were kind enough to go flap in/out for the camera, and that’s all I ask.
The photos I did take of bags are going up on the site shortly, but here’s the rest of what I saw.
” alt=”A stop by Cool Guy” title=”dank_trip_1″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1070″ />A stop by Cool Guy
” alt=”Dress the part, go anywhere you like” title=”dank_trip_2″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1071″ />Dress the part, go anywhere you like
” alt=”Schooner in the sound beers in the park” title=”dank_trip_3″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1072″ />Schooner in the sound beers in the park
” alt=”Stuffed animals getting it on” title=”dank_trip_4″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1073″ />Stuffed animals getting it on
” alt=”Double Darn waiting for the Core Whore” title=”dank_trip_5″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1074″ />Double Darn waiting for the Core Whore
” alt=”Adam's old table” title=”dank_trip_6″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1075″ />Adam's old table
” alt=”Sea Center late night beers.” title=”dank_trip_7″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1076″ />Sea Center late night beers.
” alt=”No hands, no feet, crooked bars, bent wheel” title=”dank_trip_8″ width=”720″ height=”406″ class=”size-full wp-image-1077″ />No hands, no feet, crooked bars, bent wheel
A little later, sitting on the Hooters dock on S Lake Union, my head started really pounding. The train was an hour late leaving the station, but eventually I made it home. It’s been two years since I lived in Seattle, and the more I visit, the more I miss Portland. It was good to be home. It still is.
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what is up with C39′s locks? alls i can say is W-O-W, same forward, as backward. i hear ya about the sea/pdx sentiment. crushes me every time i’m there for work. happy when i hit rose soil.