- Whistler - "Go to Heaven, Ski like Hell" - I actually used to have that bumper sticker on my car (Heaven is a section of Blackcomb mountain). Whistler is just over a 4 hour drive from Seattle. It's the perfect distance to take off on a Friday and come back on a Sunday for a weekend of skiing/boarding. I plan to do this a lot. A LOT. Plus, I can get my fill of Aussie and Kiwi accents when I am feeling a bit homesick.
- Baseball - Yeah yeah, the Mariners are not the most exciting team out there, and rugby and football are a good day at the stadium...but honestly, is there anything better than sitting at the ballpark on a sunny afternoon after work, sipping a microbrew and watching the boys of summer for less than a tenner? I would argue not.
- Driving - I can go to the grocery store, the gym, and Target all in one trip...on my own timeline...without train delays, worrying about if I'll get rainded on, trying to figure out how much I can actually physically carry or being shoved into a train car next to Mr. Smelly and Mr. Stinky. All with my own music playing at full volume. God bless America.
- My Health - Yes, the car will cut down on the walking but no more black bogies and possible asthma from breathing in the traffic and train pollution. No more pub nights followed by a dirty curry that leave me pushing that belt loop up one more size. I have Green Lake to run around, the Burke Gillman trail to bike on, and Lake Washington to rent a kayak and paddle around. Fresh air. Novel concept.
- Alaska, California, New York, Chicago, Minneapolis - What does this list represent? My itinerary to visit friends and family. I've seen Europe - now I intend to see more of America. I'll see my faves and add to the list (San Francisco, Boston, New Orleans, Miami, Austin, Savannah). Speaking of faves, anybody want to go to Vegas?!
Sidenote: Just for you my pretties, I added Twitter to the side list so you all can follow my every move now...you know you like to watch.
2 comments:
I'm always up for Vegas. They love me there because I get so distracted at the craps tables.
I'd be careful about the pub nights followed by dirty curry thing...in Seattle, it's all about the drinking heavily followed by street dog deal. Not so much fun the next day, let me tell you.
if you come, we'll drink at my bar with my bartenders (they get excited when they get to serve something other than Miller Light), then drink more at the hole-in-the- wall bar around the corner when my bar closes, then go to the late night party bar and take shots and dance our asses off, only to be escorted out by Chicago's finest when everything finally closes at four or so. THEN we'll go to one of the many Tacquerias scattered about the city, and have tacos al pastore to sober up. Then you can crash on my super-comfy futon (they exist, I swear) for as long as you need.
Come to Chicago and love me.
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