10 jun 2008
Montana: It Has Meanders.
So, the move.
It went well: RGE drove me to the station, we were early and the check-em-in lady was rude, but in the end my bike arrived with me in Everett. In between, i read 2.5 novels (Bellwether by Connie Willis, Sphere, and half of In Our Time by Hemingway), and didn't really make any Crazy Public Transportation friends, which was sad. i did, however, get seated at dinner with the first-class passengers who happened to have won a bottle of wine at their wine & cheese tasting and got free wine out of the deal (wine & cheese tastings on a frickin' train? rich people have got to be kidding...!). Somehow i got to Everett 2 hours earlier than expected, and Brenda was still asleep up here in Bellingham, but her tardiness let me meet plenty of Crazy Public Transportation Friends at the Everett Station. And then she found me, and we pulled some mad girl scouts skills out of some forgotten corners of our brains to make the damn bike fit in her cute little car (i should have, maybe, checked to make sure a bike would fit in the first place?).
My first day in Bham i got coffee like 4 times, which is pretty much heaven on earth. Everything is greener here, and more drizzly, but honestly that's okay. (NOTE: i'm pretty sure every person i've met has warned me about the winters, but seriously: i'm from WISCONSIN. LAND OF SNOW DRIFTS TALLER THAN ME. i think i can deal.) We went shopping, as Brenda needed stuffs, and there are a surprisingly vast array of second hand shops, which is nice. Our apartment is in Fairhaven, or rather very close to what i'd consider a cute/uppercrustie downtown Fairhaven, but apparently nobody refers to it as that. i can walk to 2 bookstores (dangerous), at least 7 coffee shops (tasty), this mini-public library (convenient), and the bay (FRICKIN' AWESOME). The apartment was also terribly stark (white!) when i arrived, so i've spent some quality time unpacking the posters i brought and brightening the place up a bit.
Other than that, i've been reading, looking for jobs, and going to Rumours (local gay bar, bigger/more expensive than Scooters/more drama-filled) with Brenda quite often. More later when i: A) have an awesome job or B)have awesome explorations to report.
and this conversation really did happen last night:
Brenda: I don't know what kind of clam it is... small and edible?
Kelee: It's probably a M-A-N-E-L-L-A clam. They're pretty common.
Brenda: Why'd you spell that?
Kelee: I can't pronounce M-A-N-E-L-L-A. Or any word like that.
Me: What's the capital of the Philippines? ¶ 16:46
So, the move.
It went well: RGE drove me to the station, we were early and the check-em-in lady was rude, but in the end my bike arrived with me in Everett. In between, i read 2.5 novels (Bellwether by Connie Willis, Sphere, and half of In Our Time by Hemingway), and didn't really make any Crazy Public Transportation friends, which was sad. i did, however, get seated at dinner with the first-class passengers who happened to have won a bottle of wine at their wine & cheese tasting and got free wine out of the deal (wine & cheese tastings on a frickin' train? rich people have got to be kidding...!). Somehow i got to Everett 2 hours earlier than expected, and Brenda was still asleep up here in Bellingham, but her tardiness let me meet plenty of Crazy Public Transportation Friends at the Everett Station. And then she found me, and we pulled some mad girl scouts skills out of some forgotten corners of our brains to make the damn bike fit in her cute little car (i should have, maybe, checked to make sure a bike would fit in the first place?).
My first day in Bham i got coffee like 4 times, which is pretty much heaven on earth. Everything is greener here, and more drizzly, but honestly that's okay. (NOTE: i'm pretty sure every person i've met has warned me about the winters, but seriously: i'm from WISCONSIN. LAND OF SNOW DRIFTS TALLER THAN ME. i think i can deal.) We went shopping, as Brenda needed stuffs, and there are a surprisingly vast array of second hand shops, which is nice. Our apartment is in Fairhaven, or rather very close to what i'd consider a cute/uppercrustie downtown Fairhaven, but apparently nobody refers to it as that. i can walk to 2 bookstores (dangerous), at least 7 coffee shops (tasty), this mini-public library (convenient), and the bay (FRICKIN' AWESOME). The apartment was also terribly stark (white!) when i arrived, so i've spent some quality time unpacking the posters i brought and brightening the place up a bit.
Other than that, i've been reading, looking for jobs, and going to Rumours (local gay bar, bigger/more expensive than Scooters/more drama-filled) with Brenda quite often. More later when i: A) have an awesome job or B)have awesome explorations to report.
and this conversation really did happen last night:
Brenda: I don't know what kind of clam it is... small and edible?
Kelee: It's probably a M-A-N-E-L-L-A clam. They're pretty common.
Brenda: Why'd you spell that?
Kelee: I can't pronounce M-A-N-E-L-L-A. Or any word like that.
Me: What's the capital of the Philippines? ¶ 16:46
