admiral_pants

Tonight was my last night in Seattle. I tried to get to the Archie McPhee store, but alas, my bus-fu is weak. Plans for the evening fell through when one of the intended participants had an emergency to deal with and another one had to help her deal with it, so I decided to go out myself and paint the town beige. I had a wonderful time at the nudie bar, where "lap dance" "5 minute dry hump". Not that I'm complaining or anything. Unless it takes my jeans 3 or more washings to come clean. On the outside. Anyway, after that, I had an excellent time singing karaoke at the gay bar. Gay bar. Gay bar. I'm a superstar. At the gay bar. Seriously, though, I rocked.

The one thing I didn't expect is that I feel like I'm going to miss Seattle, and damned if I know why.