Seattle Trip, Part II

It’s 9:56pm on Tuesday and I’ve just taken of my socks. The odor-rific greeting clued me into the interesting fact that I hadn’t taken off my socks since Monday morning (and possibly even before that…I can’t really remember). Not getting the chance to change my socks just means that I’ve been in transit a lot the last coupla days, but that’s fine considering the blissful laziness of the weekend. I could have spent all of my 2007 lying there the way it was last Saturday.

Perhaps I’ll miss Seattle because it is the city where I’ve lived entirely on my own. Back in ‘03 when I arrived, there were few friends and few dollars but Seattle was a an expansive canvas on which to paint my life however I saw fit. Although, with my mind on school and other things, I wasn’t always aware of it, I realize now how much ground (literally) I covered up here; the neighborhoods and nooks and crannies. And although I’ve expressed my interest in returning for good before, during this vacation Seattle felt like my home while the trip back to California feels like I’m going to someplace temporarily, despite that my family, friends and work are there.

I met so many au pairs this weekend I feel I should have my passport stamped.  Evidently, males don’t become au pairs because at the NYE party they threw there were two girls for evvvvvvv-reeeeee booooooooooy (cue The Beach Boys).  Dan (who is a dead ringer for Gavin Newsom) and I felt like we were at the international buffet and we each sampled who was out there.  Nadine was 18.  Ellinor was ditzy.  Ziska?  Zuzka??  The chick from the Czech Republic was neither 18 nor ditzy and, in fact, she was 23, smart and talented as I gathered from our conversation, and tipsy and spilling out of her blouse, as I gathered from first sight.  Why I could not get any action from an attractive, interested, drunk foreign girl while sitting on a couch during a New year’s Eve party and who I’ll never see again??  Umm, how you say?  It’s because I can’t ask for what I want.  It’s sad.  Fortunately, Special K was sympathetic on the ride home as Dan and I shared stories about our flameouts.

You know, I realize that I still haven’t put up my words about Special K, so I’ll just have to save them until the next post.  Also, dear readers gracious bored person, Master P gave me a useful tip…MSN Radio.  Create a customized radio station to play on your computer!  You say what bands you like and it fill in similar stuff.  It works!  When it played the live version of Prince’s The Ballad of Dorothy Parker without me even suggesting Prince, I knew it was a worthwhile service.  And it’s free.  Czech it out!