adventures in the outside world
Aug. 1st, 2004 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ironymaideni admit that i've become one of those city dwellers who is so fulfilled by that which is within the incorporated city limits that i rarely leave. while i'm appalled with two p's, it has its own freakish logic.
Friday night we were supposed to do a prisoner exchange at a Fred Meyer somewhere around Redmond, so that i could go work on the quilt and C could play at G3. having never actually ventured to said fair city, i relied on C to navigate. so we were hopelessly lost, and i was near panic as i discovered that Redmond is, in fact, one continuous shopping center. the town hall and the fire department are in the same complex as the Gap and a multiplex movie theater, and my farmgirl heart just screamed. we made our rendezvous with the help of technology, and vowed never to live there ever. EVER.
the quilt is finally basted together and Vasiliy, my friend T's russian blue cat, immediately sat in the center of it and began licking his crotch. T snapped a picture which i hope to post soon.
today we went on a trip to Vashon Island, part of the fulfillment of C's Yule gift to me of a list of experiences.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seattle told me there was nothing to do on Vashon but ride bikes and the strawberry fest once a year, and so did our co-worker who grew up there. but being a rural girl, i thought i might be more easily amused than the jaded denizens of Oz. so we thought, hey, there should be a chamber of commerce brochure at the ferry terminal and we'll play it by ear. the ferry ride was refreshing and pleasant although brief (it takes about 15 minutes to make the crossing). we looked for info in the brochure rack on the ferry, and ended up picking up one on a Western WA winery loop that we'd like to try, and one for an alpaca farm on Camano Island that gave us fits, and has led to the change in journal title. ultimately, there is no one promoting tourism on Vashon, no signs directing you to points of interest, and no place that would serve us food between three and five PM. there was a man making hula hoops, and a bookstore that yielded a used book on altering clothes and what i think might be my next quilt pattern if i finish this one. we agreed that Bainbridge is the nearby island of choice, and after failing to get served a late lunch, went back to Seattle, where they understand us. the ferry ride home did yield jellyfish sightings, and an appearance by Mt Rainier. C took me to Pesos for what had finally become dinner, and then chocolate and a margarita, which led to activity at home that left C happily almost passed out and me disoriented and nearly late to see Julius Caesar.
Wooden O's JC was pretty okay, although the production relied on a heavy sound plot and miking, which gave out in the middle of the show, with no intermission. i was disappointed, since the company was pleasant, and my chair was unpadded. i was able to quilt on and off throughout, so i'm hopeful that if i keep dragging it with me places i won't be working on it forever.
Friday night we were supposed to do a prisoner exchange at a Fred Meyer somewhere around Redmond, so that i could go work on the quilt and C could play at G3. having never actually ventured to said fair city, i relied on C to navigate. so we were hopelessly lost, and i was near panic as i discovered that Redmond is, in fact, one continuous shopping center. the town hall and the fire department are in the same complex as the Gap and a multiplex movie theater, and my farmgirl heart just screamed. we made our rendezvous with the help of technology, and vowed never to live there ever. EVER.
the quilt is finally basted together and Vasiliy, my friend T's russian blue cat, immediately sat in the center of it and began licking his crotch. T snapped a picture which i hope to post soon.
today we went on a trip to Vashon Island, part of the fulfillment of C's Yule gift to me of a list of experiences.
seattle told me there was nothing to do on Vashon but ride bikes and the strawberry fest once a year, and so did our co-worker who grew up there. but being a rural girl, i thought i might be more easily amused than the jaded denizens of Oz. so we thought, hey, there should be a chamber of commerce brochure at the ferry terminal and we'll play it by ear. the ferry ride was refreshing and pleasant although brief (it takes about 15 minutes to make the crossing). we looked for info in the brochure rack on the ferry, and ended up picking up one on a Western WA winery loop that we'd like to try, and one for an alpaca farm on Camano Island that gave us fits, and has led to the change in journal title. ultimately, there is no one promoting tourism on Vashon, no signs directing you to points of interest, and no place that would serve us food between three and five PM. there was a man making hula hoops, and a bookstore that yielded a used book on altering clothes and what i think might be my next quilt pattern if i finish this one. we agreed that Bainbridge is the nearby island of choice, and after failing to get served a late lunch, went back to Seattle, where they understand us. the ferry ride home did yield jellyfish sightings, and an appearance by Mt Rainier. C took me to Pesos for what had finally become dinner, and then chocolate and a margarita, which led to activity at home that left C happily almost passed out and me disoriented and nearly late to see Julius Caesar.Wooden O's JC was pretty okay, although the production relied on a heavy sound plot and miking, which gave out in the middle of the show, with no intermission. i was disappointed, since the company was pleasant, and my chair was unpadded. i was able to quilt on and off throughout, so i'm hopeful that if i keep dragging it with me places i won't be working on it forever.
