Well, Yakima was an experience.....wow. 
The trip was short, but just to give you a "feel" for the trip, let me set the scene...
You are driving along a very nice, well maintained highway.....in the middle of NOWHERE!!!!! I mean brush, dead grass, and dirt. Maybe the occasional bug splatting into your windshield.....that's it.
So you drive through this lovely, and very consistent might I add, scenery until you hit Yakima. If you have never been to Yakima, please save yourself the gas and dive to your local rundown, dusty neighborhood ghetto and feast your eyes on your surroundings. Panhandlers, boarded up buildings, and a sense that the town is, and always has been, half finished.
So we drive to Rob's family's house. It is a regular looking apartment. You know the one that your grandparent lives in where everything is clean and immaculate, and STRAIGHT out of 1967? So we had decided to stay the night there before we left, as Rob's family had told us that they had a double bed in a spare room. Well, upon arrival, we discovered that this bed was not "quite a double. It was actually a single. So that night, after long ponderous discussions with Rob's family about the degeneration of Yakima and America as a whole, Rob and I got to discover new levels of love as we "cuddled" (more like kicked) eachother to sleep.
Wow. There is more, but why relive the pain. Suffice to say that I enjoyed myself because I was with Rob, but I was happy to be home.....And now on to my nice QUIET bath in my very un-ghetto apartment. *sigh* Thank goodness for Western Washington!
The trip was short, but just to give you a "feel" for the trip, let me set the scene...
You are driving along a very nice, well maintained highway.....in the middle of NOWHERE!!!!! I mean brush, dead grass, and dirt. Maybe the occasional bug splatting into your windshield.....that's it.
So you drive through this lovely, and very consistent might I add, scenery until you hit Yakima. If you have never been to Yakima, please save yourself the gas and dive to your local rundown, dusty neighborhood ghetto and feast your eyes on your surroundings. Panhandlers, boarded up buildings, and a sense that the town is, and always has been, half finished.
So we drive to Rob's family's house. It is a regular looking apartment. You know the one that your grandparent lives in where everything is clean and immaculate, and STRAIGHT out of 1967? So we had decided to stay the night there before we left, as Rob's family had told us that they had a double bed in a spare room. Well, upon arrival, we discovered that this bed was not "quite a double. It was actually a single. So that night, after long ponderous discussions with Rob's family about the degeneration of Yakima and America as a whole, Rob and I got to discover new levels of love as we "cuddled" (more like kicked) eachother to sleep.
Wow. There is more, but why relive the pain. Suffice to say that I enjoyed myself because I was with Rob, but I was happy to be home.....And now on to my nice QUIET bath in my very un-ghetto apartment. *sigh* Thank goodness for Western Washington!
basketcase:
Ghetto! haha 