HIPPIE-STERS!
Ridiculously Long Post Ahead.
Note: Maddie may be referred to as Maddie, Madster, Ashtar or Shake-Zula.
So, Wednesday. I worked for 7 hours, which entailed driving for 140 miles. Then, I went home, and immediately drove to Portland, which was another, about, 300 miles. Then I went to a concert, and then drove to Olympia, which was about another 120 miles. Basically, I drove a lot.
Once in Portland, I parked at random parking lot, and wandered my way through the Portland State University until I found the ole Madster's dorm. We stood around, then walked to street car. From there we walked to Berbati's Pan, a hipster bar/concert venue, that should be a Saloon. It's reeks of cowboy bar, but is in fact a hipster joint....I hate hipsters. We went inside and stood around, slowly watching the hipsters come. Cody and Ashtar bought t-shirts of Yelle, and I had my vinyl copy of her album with me, hoping to obtain signature of the Yelle.
First band was a quintet of hipster themselves. Their name, Funeral Party. They did an amazing job of looking like each other. Especially the front three. Flannel, thin moustache, tight jeans, douchiness coming out of orifices. They're music was terrible, and their vocalist even worse. I understood maybe 8 words of what he said, because I, unlike hipsters, do not understand screaming. The hipster crowd was just that. Some of them jumped up and down, some held their place in the front for Yelle, but did not seem to enjoy Funeral Party. Then there was the crowd in the back corner who did not seem to notice music was playing. I feel Caleb Majeski, lunatic extraordinaire, would have been better had he gone up with a 4 track recorder, spent ten second imitating a guitar, then started the loop over, recorded his version of drums, started the loop over, recorded another instrument, played them all in a loop and began to sing about his experiences working for an Asian restaurant.
More hipsters arrived.
Then another quintet appeared. They were from Boston. And named Passion Pit. And with a name like Passion Pit, you know they have to be rad. They had 3 synthesizers. The lead singer sang several octaves above where he was capable of adequately doing so. The drummer wore glasses, no big deal, but they were attached via a strap about the back of his head, you know, like that dorky Asian kid in PE in 4th grade. Even more hipsters enjoyed Passion Pit. Enough so that Shake-Zula, Cody and I felt it necessary to retire to the back of the room with the hipsters who pretended that things weren't happening around them. From there we got to see some good times. Hipsters don't understand that throwing together the most tacky things you can find into an outfit, does not constitute fashion, so watching them all in one place can be quite amusing. Though the downsides outweigh that one upside. A.) They don't believe in deodorant. Secondly they think they're fucking rad. And third they have no spatial recognition at all. They don't seem to understand objects actually prevent them from going from point a to point b. They expect to be able to just walk, and things will move. They also don't understand that their flailing hits things, and those things usually don't enjoy being hit. I got stabby quite fast.
More hipsters appeared out of the ether.
Finally Yelle was up. She was terrific in all her french glory. Her band mates were quite enjoyable as well. I really don't have a lot to say about it. Hipsters enjoy dancing. I enjoy standing and taking the situation in. It made for fun times. I had Yelle and her band mates sign my record. I also hugged Yelle, just to say I did. I hugged Yelle. There, it's out of my system.
We then walked next doors and Cody and the Ashtar Galactic Command Outpost got doughnuts from Voodoo. They make doughnuts in the shape of a penis and balls, ha, it's so clever. Hipsters love it. Our trek back to PSU began. Street car was not running that late, so we walked back. Maddie had forgotten her keycard, she's kinda forgetful. Randomly leaves objects places. She also forgot her phone. So Cody had to call Maddie's phone, hoping that her roommate, the Lazy Hawaiian would answer. Eventually she did, and then she let us in the dorm. We began driving, but Portland's guiding signs are terrible. Note for the future, the signs that say I-5 South and 405 South, also mean North. It is the way to get to I5 and the 405 period, but the signs say South....god damned Oregonian hippies. Once we drove around Portland for half an hour, we discovered that Maddie had forgotten something else crucial. So we had to go back to her dorm anyway. Once there we used the interweb, it got us onto the freeway. This is now at about 2:30 in the morning when we actually left Portland, I was tired.
We drove for a while, and had to pull over so I could stretch, and wake the hell up. Eventually after stopping at multiple places we made it to Olympia. Which is where another wrinkle comes in. Cody, despite professing that he did indeed know the way to go, did not know the way to go. Instead of going to West Olympia, we went to East Olympia. We drove all the way through Olympia, until Cody finally managed to get us to Evergreen. Which is where another wrinkle comes in. Cody doesn't know where roads go. We made approximately 73 wrong turns. Eventually we got there, and I managed to go directly to Megan's, where I slept. I got to Megan's at about 4:45 in the morning. Really fucking tired.
Then Megan and I went to coffee, and then picked Madster, Cody and the Caleb up. We went to Top Foods, and came back to Megan's to start a Wes Anderson film festival. Caleb and I played chess twice, during which I played defensively and lost, then played offensively and fared much better, with a victory. Cody then challenged me, and I kicked his ass twice. Oh, and Maddie threw up some, because she can't handle her liquor. What an o'keefian bitch. It was good times. That's the end for now, except I'm going to add later, so it's not the end for you at all, I refer you to the next paragraph, to prove this point. Which might make one wonder why I'm even bothering to write this part. Originally it was just to verify to myself that I would continue the blog, because if I wrote it, it will happen. But now I've drawn it out really long, and it's entirely lost it's point...shazbot.
Picking up where I left off: we continued watching Wes Anderson movies, and Caleb, Cody and I continued to play chess, ending in victory every time for me. Even the one time Cody and Caleb played each other, I'm pretty sure I won. Around about ten o'clock we were kicked out of Megan's, primarily because she's an insane bitch. I took Cody, Caleb and Shake-Zula back to Cody and Caleb's dorm. I remained there for 15 minutes, charging my phone slightly and conversing with the good people. I then departed to sleep at a rest stop. The reason I'm sleeping at a rest stop is because someone is an insane bitch. I say it again, she's an insane bitch. I arrive at mile marker 90 on I-5 and am one of few cars in the lot, including an orange Volkswagen van, with a pop-top. I use the facilities, brush my teeth, and begin to attempt to sleep in Natasha, my car. I move the front seats all the way forward, which provides ample room, except I'm too tall. Eventually I retreat to the front passenger seat, which was much more comfortable, and begin actually trying to fall asleep around 1:30 in the morning, give or take.
I awoke several times to the sweet, dulcet tones of tractor-trailers, but eventually woke up for good at 6:53 AM when two people in U-hauls decided to ark right next to me, and talk really loudly while they smoked. I'm still unsure as to why they picked right next to me, when almost the entire lot was empty...sons of bitches. Luckily it's still dark, so I dress in my car, brush my teeth again, and begin to drive back into Olympia. I randomly drive around the town, seeing nothing spectacular, and eventually going to breakfast at an establishment called Black Bear Diner. It was okay. Nothing spectacular. I then drive to the area of the mall, and begin aimlessly walking around. First I walk a few blocks and go to Target, aimlessly walking there. I buy nothing, but in the parking lot see the orange Volkswagen van with pop-top again, and it's occupants, some of the biggest hippies I've ever seen. I think they may have been made of hemp.
I then walk to the actual mall and just walk around with coffee, as Starbucks was the only thing open. So I joined the old couples and groups of mothers and just walk around the mall with no particular goal in mind other than to waste time. Eventually Best Buy opens and I purchase two bad movies, Children of the Corn and Killer Klowns from Outer Space, on the cheap. I then walked back to car and put movies into Natasha. Then I walk to Borders, and purchase two good movies, Irreversible and Requiem for a Dream. I also purchase a news paper and Popular Science, hoping it will kill time. Between the Best Buy and Borders jaunts I text both Cody and Ashtar requesting they awake and call me, to end my boredom. They fail to text back, and while at Borders I call them. Both their phones immediately go to voicemail, indicating they had been turned off, damn jive monkeys.
After Borders I drive around randomly, nowhere in particular. I call a few more times, hoping that they will have randomly turned their phones on, but to no avail. I go back to Target, this time purchasing Seinfeld Scene It, and some speakers to use with iPod. I then drive up to Evergreen, on the way seeing the orange Volkswagen van with pop-top on the side of the road, camping out. I get to Evergreen and park in the back of a random parking lot and begin to read the publications I purchases. After gleaning all the information I could from the Seattle Times and Popular Science, and calling the jive monkeys again, I finally just go to their dorm. The issue being that you cannot reach their floor without a key card or key. I hate all the hippies I see too much to ask if they'll let me up, so I just begin charging laptop and phone and screwing around on said laptop. Eventually Caleb randomly comes down to seek his lunch, and he lets me up. We then acquire food, and come back. I make it pretty clear I am full of anger at Cody, and somewhat Maddie. I was to take them to the train station so Maddie could obtain a train ticket. Instead I sat there stewing in anger, talking to Caleb, watching CNN. Eventually, about two hours after I got into their room, Cody asks if we are going to go obtain said train ticket. I inform him that I think they both know how to use a bus, as they both had before, and as such could obtain said train ticket themselves. They depart.
Caleb and I moved to Cody's side of the room and began conversing about Cody's objects. The $700 sitar he never plays, his bowler hat, which he stunningly wears some times, action figure from I forget what, random stuff. We then notice Maddie's birth control pills and begin talking about a scheme to switch them out without her knowing about it, but as always, Caleb and my schemes are always too complex to actually carry out. Instead we take the remaining three photographs with her Polaroid, one of Caleb, one of me, and one of a fire alarm which says “Pull My Dick.” After running out of film, we are unsure what to do. It took a very short amount of time before we decided to take pictures of Maddie's birth control pills in weird positions with Maddie's digital camera. Those pictures will eventually be put up on Facebook, I promise to include insightful narrative with them when Maddie puts them up, and I steal them.
I then drove Caleb, and three of his friends to a liquor store, and acquired liquor for them, because I'm a bad person, or good friend, or combination of the two. We head back, and then Caleb heads to work. I begin watching television in his room, and Cody and Maddie come back. I'm done with my anger, at least on the surface, I shall eventually cause Cody's slow, long demise, but on the surface I'm fine. Gabe has called Cody, and Cody calls him back, and long story short, we go to Gabe's, because it's his birthday, and he wants us there.
We arrive and begin just hanging out, eating Halloween candy, everyone but me drinks, we listen to music and talk about random things. Sometimes we head outside and smoke the tobacco, it is during these times that I lean things about Mark Majeski, Caleb and Gabe's father, that make sense, but at the same time I never wanted to know. Out of respect for the Majeski children I will not publish what I learned, just know this, the way Caleb and Gabe turned out makes complete and utter sense given their parents. They're not some genetic peculiarity, they make perfect sense. If you know Gabe and/or Caleb, that should explain everything you need to know about their parents. Eventually Gabe gets way too drunk. He puts on his snake skin whore boots, and mills about, and then at some point begins to dance to some Van Morrison. Caleb, being an amalgam of Gabe, and a few others joins him. At some point Gabe took his shirt off, and then Caleb did the same. Soon after Gabe began demanding more alcohol. Eventually they took up a collection, receiving none from me, and Gabe's friend Brentson went to the store and got beer for him. Very soon after Brentson returned Cody, Maddie and I took our leave.
On the way back up to Evergreen we see the orange Volkswagen pop-top van again. I drop the love birds off, and after confirming that the chances of them being awake before noon were slim, I decide to just start driving home at about...honestly, I no longer remember what time I left. I began driving north on I-5. The first rest stop I got to, I pulled off to sleep, but every single spot was full. My solution was to keep driving. I get on highway 18, eventually getting food in Auburn, to help keep me awake, and keep heading towards home, knowing I would eventually stop to sleep. I decided on the mall parking lot at North Bend. Problem being that I exited the freeway one exit too early. I drove through all of Snoqaulmie, following the signs back to the freeway, assuming I'd end up by the mall, the only other exit I am aware of in North Bend. My assumption was incorrect. I get back on the freeway, thinking the next exit would be the mall. It was not. It was some random truck stop exit. Containing only a gas station for cars, a gas station for trucks, a diner and down the road some sot of gravel pit or something, not to mention the giant parking lot full of tractor-trailers. I decide I can drive no further, as that would involve the pass. Diner parking lot it is. I feel asleep rather quickly.
Saturday morning at 7am I hit the road. I should have filled up before I left, I'm an idiot. I reach the top of the pass and desperately need gas. Gas at the top of Snoqualmie is quite expensive. I depart soonly after purchasing breakfast, Sun chips and Pepsi, and gasoline. I begin the trek home, quickly finding an NPR station, mmm NPR. I make no more stops on the way home, and drive somewhat rationally, as I did not want to get another ticket from the assholes near Ritzville. That's about all I can recall right now. I reached home about 11:15 in the AM and began more adventures. Usual dork stuff.
Note: Maddie may be referred to as Maddie, Madster, Ashtar or Shake-Zula.
So, Wednesday. I worked for 7 hours, which entailed driving for 140 miles. Then, I went home, and immediately drove to Portland, which was another, about, 300 miles. Then I went to a concert, and then drove to Olympia, which was about another 120 miles. Basically, I drove a lot.
Once in Portland, I parked at random parking lot, and wandered my way through the Portland State University until I found the ole Madster's dorm. We stood around, then walked to street car. From there we walked to Berbati's Pan, a hipster bar/concert venue, that should be a Saloon. It's reeks of cowboy bar, but is in fact a hipster joint....I hate hipsters. We went inside and stood around, slowly watching the hipsters come. Cody and Ashtar bought t-shirts of Yelle, and I had my vinyl copy of her album with me, hoping to obtain signature of the Yelle.
First band was a quintet of hipster themselves. Their name, Funeral Party. They did an amazing job of looking like each other. Especially the front three. Flannel, thin moustache, tight jeans, douchiness coming out of orifices. They're music was terrible, and their vocalist even worse. I understood maybe 8 words of what he said, because I, unlike hipsters, do not understand screaming. The hipster crowd was just that. Some of them jumped up and down, some held their place in the front for Yelle, but did not seem to enjoy Funeral Party. Then there was the crowd in the back corner who did not seem to notice music was playing. I feel Caleb Majeski, lunatic extraordinaire, would have been better had he gone up with a 4 track recorder, spent ten second imitating a guitar, then started the loop over, recorded his version of drums, started the loop over, recorded another instrument, played them all in a loop and began to sing about his experiences working for an Asian restaurant.
More hipsters arrived.
Then another quintet appeared. They were from Boston. And named Passion Pit. And with a name like Passion Pit, you know they have to be rad. They had 3 synthesizers. The lead singer sang several octaves above where he was capable of adequately doing so. The drummer wore glasses, no big deal, but they were attached via a strap about the back of his head, you know, like that dorky Asian kid in PE in 4th grade. Even more hipsters enjoyed Passion Pit. Enough so that Shake-Zula, Cody and I felt it necessary to retire to the back of the room with the hipsters who pretended that things weren't happening around them. From there we got to see some good times. Hipsters don't understand that throwing together the most tacky things you can find into an outfit, does not constitute fashion, so watching them all in one place can be quite amusing. Though the downsides outweigh that one upside. A.) They don't believe in deodorant. Secondly they think they're fucking rad. And third they have no spatial recognition at all. They don't seem to understand objects actually prevent them from going from point a to point b. They expect to be able to just walk, and things will move. They also don't understand that their flailing hits things, and those things usually don't enjoy being hit. I got stabby quite fast.
More hipsters appeared out of the ether.
Finally Yelle was up. She was terrific in all her french glory. Her band mates were quite enjoyable as well. I really don't have a lot to say about it. Hipsters enjoy dancing. I enjoy standing and taking the situation in. It made for fun times. I had Yelle and her band mates sign my record. I also hugged Yelle, just to say I did. I hugged Yelle. There, it's out of my system.
We then walked next doors and Cody and the Ashtar Galactic Command Outpost got doughnuts from Voodoo. They make doughnuts in the shape of a penis and balls, ha, it's so clever. Hipsters love it. Our trek back to PSU began. Street car was not running that late, so we walked back. Maddie had forgotten her keycard, she's kinda forgetful. Randomly leaves objects places. She also forgot her phone. So Cody had to call Maddie's phone, hoping that her roommate, the Lazy Hawaiian would answer. Eventually she did, and then she let us in the dorm. We began driving, but Portland's guiding signs are terrible. Note for the future, the signs that say I-5 South and 405 South, also mean North. It is the way to get to I5 and the 405 period, but the signs say South....god damned Oregonian hippies. Once we drove around Portland for half an hour, we discovered that Maddie had forgotten something else crucial. So we had to go back to her dorm anyway. Once there we used the interweb, it got us onto the freeway. This is now at about 2:30 in the morning when we actually left Portland, I was tired.
We drove for a while, and had to pull over so I could stretch, and wake the hell up. Eventually after stopping at multiple places we made it to Olympia. Which is where another wrinkle comes in. Cody, despite professing that he did indeed know the way to go, did not know the way to go. Instead of going to West Olympia, we went to East Olympia. We drove all the way through Olympia, until Cody finally managed to get us to Evergreen. Which is where another wrinkle comes in. Cody doesn't know where roads go. We made approximately 73 wrong turns. Eventually we got there, and I managed to go directly to Megan's, where I slept. I got to Megan's at about 4:45 in the morning. Really fucking tired.
Then Megan and I went to coffee, and then picked Madster, Cody and the Caleb up. We went to Top Foods, and came back to Megan's to start a Wes Anderson film festival. Caleb and I played chess twice, during which I played defensively and lost, then played offensively and fared much better, with a victory. Cody then challenged me, and I kicked his ass twice. Oh, and Maddie threw up some, because she can't handle her liquor. What an o'keefian bitch. It was good times. That's the end for now, except I'm going to add later, so it's not the end for you at all, I refer you to the next paragraph, to prove this point. Which might make one wonder why I'm even bothering to write this part. Originally it was just to verify to myself that I would continue the blog, because if I wrote it, it will happen. But now I've drawn it out really long, and it's entirely lost it's point...shazbot.
Picking up where I left off: we continued watching Wes Anderson movies, and Caleb, Cody and I continued to play chess, ending in victory every time for me. Even the one time Cody and Caleb played each other, I'm pretty sure I won. Around about ten o'clock we were kicked out of Megan's, primarily because she's an insane bitch. I took Cody, Caleb and Shake-Zula back to Cody and Caleb's dorm. I remained there for 15 minutes, charging my phone slightly and conversing with the good people. I then departed to sleep at a rest stop. The reason I'm sleeping at a rest stop is because someone is an insane bitch. I say it again, she's an insane bitch. I arrive at mile marker 90 on I-5 and am one of few cars in the lot, including an orange Volkswagen van, with a pop-top. I use the facilities, brush my teeth, and begin to attempt to sleep in Natasha, my car. I move the front seats all the way forward, which provides ample room, except I'm too tall. Eventually I retreat to the front passenger seat, which was much more comfortable, and begin actually trying to fall asleep around 1:30 in the morning, give or take.
I awoke several times to the sweet, dulcet tones of tractor-trailers, but eventually woke up for good at 6:53 AM when two people in U-hauls decided to ark right next to me, and talk really loudly while they smoked. I'm still unsure as to why they picked right next to me, when almost the entire lot was empty...sons of bitches. Luckily it's still dark, so I dress in my car, brush my teeth again, and begin to drive back into Olympia. I randomly drive around the town, seeing nothing spectacular, and eventually going to breakfast at an establishment called Black Bear Diner. It was okay. Nothing spectacular. I then drive to the area of the mall, and begin aimlessly walking around. First I walk a few blocks and go to Target, aimlessly walking there. I buy nothing, but in the parking lot see the orange Volkswagen van with pop-top again, and it's occupants, some of the biggest hippies I've ever seen. I think they may have been made of hemp.
I then walk to the actual mall and just walk around with coffee, as Starbucks was the only thing open. So I joined the old couples and groups of mothers and just walk around the mall with no particular goal in mind other than to waste time. Eventually Best Buy opens and I purchase two bad movies, Children of the Corn and Killer Klowns from Outer Space, on the cheap. I then walked back to car and put movies into Natasha. Then I walk to Borders, and purchase two good movies, Irreversible and Requiem for a Dream. I also purchase a news paper and Popular Science, hoping it will kill time. Between the Best Buy and Borders jaunts I text both Cody and Ashtar requesting they awake and call me, to end my boredom. They fail to text back, and while at Borders I call them. Both their phones immediately go to voicemail, indicating they had been turned off, damn jive monkeys.
After Borders I drive around randomly, nowhere in particular. I call a few more times, hoping that they will have randomly turned their phones on, but to no avail. I go back to Target, this time purchasing Seinfeld Scene It, and some speakers to use with iPod. I then drive up to Evergreen, on the way seeing the orange Volkswagen van with pop-top on the side of the road, camping out. I get to Evergreen and park in the back of a random parking lot and begin to read the publications I purchases. After gleaning all the information I could from the Seattle Times and Popular Science, and calling the jive monkeys again, I finally just go to their dorm. The issue being that you cannot reach their floor without a key card or key. I hate all the hippies I see too much to ask if they'll let me up, so I just begin charging laptop and phone and screwing around on said laptop. Eventually Caleb randomly comes down to seek his lunch, and he lets me up. We then acquire food, and come back. I make it pretty clear I am full of anger at Cody, and somewhat Maddie. I was to take them to the train station so Maddie could obtain a train ticket. Instead I sat there stewing in anger, talking to Caleb, watching CNN. Eventually, about two hours after I got into their room, Cody asks if we are going to go obtain said train ticket. I inform him that I think they both know how to use a bus, as they both had before, and as such could obtain said train ticket themselves. They depart.
Caleb and I moved to Cody's side of the room and began conversing about Cody's objects. The $700 sitar he never plays, his bowler hat, which he stunningly wears some times, action figure from I forget what, random stuff. We then notice Maddie's birth control pills and begin talking about a scheme to switch them out without her knowing about it, but as always, Caleb and my schemes are always too complex to actually carry out. Instead we take the remaining three photographs with her Polaroid, one of Caleb, one of me, and one of a fire alarm which says “Pull My Dick.” After running out of film, we are unsure what to do. It took a very short amount of time before we decided to take pictures of Maddie's birth control pills in weird positions with Maddie's digital camera. Those pictures will eventually be put up on Facebook, I promise to include insightful narrative with them when Maddie puts them up, and I steal them.
I then drove Caleb, and three of his friends to a liquor store, and acquired liquor for them, because I'm a bad person, or good friend, or combination of the two. We head back, and then Caleb heads to work. I begin watching television in his room, and Cody and Maddie come back. I'm done with my anger, at least on the surface, I shall eventually cause Cody's slow, long demise, but on the surface I'm fine. Gabe has called Cody, and Cody calls him back, and long story short, we go to Gabe's, because it's his birthday, and he wants us there.
We arrive and begin just hanging out, eating Halloween candy, everyone but me drinks, we listen to music and talk about random things. Sometimes we head outside and smoke the tobacco, it is during these times that I lean things about Mark Majeski, Caleb and Gabe's father, that make sense, but at the same time I never wanted to know. Out of respect for the Majeski children I will not publish what I learned, just know this, the way Caleb and Gabe turned out makes complete and utter sense given their parents. They're not some genetic peculiarity, they make perfect sense. If you know Gabe and/or Caleb, that should explain everything you need to know about their parents. Eventually Gabe gets way too drunk. He puts on his snake skin whore boots, and mills about, and then at some point begins to dance to some Van Morrison. Caleb, being an amalgam of Gabe, and a few others joins him. At some point Gabe took his shirt off, and then Caleb did the same. Soon after Gabe began demanding more alcohol. Eventually they took up a collection, receiving none from me, and Gabe's friend Brentson went to the store and got beer for him. Very soon after Brentson returned Cody, Maddie and I took our leave.
On the way back up to Evergreen we see the orange Volkswagen pop-top van again. I drop the love birds off, and after confirming that the chances of them being awake before noon were slim, I decide to just start driving home at about...honestly, I no longer remember what time I left. I began driving north on I-5. The first rest stop I got to, I pulled off to sleep, but every single spot was full. My solution was to keep driving. I get on highway 18, eventually getting food in Auburn, to help keep me awake, and keep heading towards home, knowing I would eventually stop to sleep. I decided on the mall parking lot at North Bend. Problem being that I exited the freeway one exit too early. I drove through all of Snoqaulmie, following the signs back to the freeway, assuming I'd end up by the mall, the only other exit I am aware of in North Bend. My assumption was incorrect. I get back on the freeway, thinking the next exit would be the mall. It was not. It was some random truck stop exit. Containing only a gas station for cars, a gas station for trucks, a diner and down the road some sot of gravel pit or something, not to mention the giant parking lot full of tractor-trailers. I decide I can drive no further, as that would involve the pass. Diner parking lot it is. I feel asleep rather quickly.
Saturday morning at 7am I hit the road. I should have filled up before I left, I'm an idiot. I reach the top of the pass and desperately need gas. Gas at the top of Snoqualmie is quite expensive. I depart soonly after purchasing breakfast, Sun chips and Pepsi, and gasoline. I begin the trek home, quickly finding an NPR station, mmm NPR. I make no more stops on the way home, and drive somewhat rationally, as I did not want to get another ticket from the assholes near Ritzville. That's about all I can recall right now. I reached home about 11:15 in the AM and began more adventures. Usual dork stuff.
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