We arrived in Seattle on Sunday night, after spending a nice day in Olympia, eating a greek breakfast that Courtney made and looking in thrift stores for a winter coat for me (still haven't found one). Olympia was a nice time. The night before, Henderson showed us around town and we went to this great vegetarian-friendly bar and restaurant called Le Voyeur. He treated us to a beer and we got sandwiches with some of the best fries I've ever had. We then walked around all over town and went to a nice spot overlooking the oh-so-polluted Sound. We caught up on the past couple of years and then made our way to a party at this hip record store/used clothing store that was closing and moving to a new building. We mostly kept to ourselves but had a good time. We walked back to Henderson and Kris's house and I helped Kris work on a 2000 piece puzzle while Courtney ate chicken noodle soup and fell asleep on the couch. Their roommate who had been at her first boxing match all day, got home around 2 and then we all went to sleep. The next day we had breakfast, went thrifting, and left. We said bye to henderson, kris and mae, and took the short 45 minute drive up to seattle.
We got off the highway in Seattle right in the international district, which was where we needed to be in order to meet courtney's friend dave at the panama hotel where he is currently living. It's one of those rent by the week hotels. there is this great teahouse underneath where we ordered white peony tea while waiting for him to get there. The teahouse serves as a kind of museum full of artifacts discussing the "Relocation" of Japanese people in the area during WW2. There were a lot of interesting photographs.
I ended up staying with one of the nicest people in Seattle (maybe because he's from Wyoming). He might be mad that I'm putting this up, but I just had to.
The cherry trees right outside the window where Stevie works from home are beautiful. He lives in the Capitol Hill area of Seattle, which is a really nice neighborhood with interesting places to go and crazily-set-up winding streets. Here is the closet that I slept in.
Stevie was a great host who let me in on the secret wonder of grapenuts, and didn't even mind when I woke him up at 2 in the morning one night and 4 the next. The first night there we went to this cool Belgian bar called the Stumbling Monk, which serves mostly Belgian ales and has a scholarly atmosphere.
The next night was the evening of our documentary screening. We showed it at the Wayward Cafe, this volunteer-run vegan cafe.
Monday they don't usually open and serve food, but they were nice enough to make us delicious shepard's pie, steamed greens and some rasberry cake. It was amazing. There was also a really good turn out: about 25 people. The people from Tacoma who had wanted us to come there to show the doc. came to this screening and that was nice to meet them even though we couldn't stop in Tacoma because of spring break.
I also got the chance to see 2 old friends: Josh and Brian, both of whom used to live in Denver and now live in Seattle. Josh actually ended up taking me and Courtney around one day, to see the new Seattle Public Library (most amazing architecture I've ever experienced), to get $1.50 vietnamese tofu sandwiches, to the punk rock donut stand in Pike Place Market, and to get "frosty mugs" at a nondescript bar in the Market that overlooks the water. The workers at that place were nuts (or maybe just drunk).
Our stay in Seattle ended up being extended because of miscommunication with people at the University of Victoria about the day we were supposed to come do a workshop. We were disappointed about that, and not getting to see Janette, a friend who lives there, but had a good time in Seattle. Other stuff we ended up doing: going back to eat at the Wayward cafe, going to gasworks park,
walking around the university district and capitol hill a lot, eating at Glo's (a great breakfast place where dave works), visiting Josh at Linda's (a hipster bar where he works), and walking around the city a lot. This place is a haven for coffee-lovers and so it was heaven for me. We left for Canada this morning with trepidation about making it across the border. Plenty of people told us horror stories about border police and questionings and 2 hour waits because of traffic. None of that happened to us. they didn't even ask to see any form of ID. They just asked a few questions, seemed surprised that we were going to show a documentary, and then waved us through. We went to a vegetarian restaurant, listened to French music on the radio, and walked around before ending up in "Jitters" a coffeeshop with free wifi.
Later tonight we will be showing the documentary at BLIM, a diy arts space. It seems like a cool place - they have a room that has a continually rotating display of diaroma art.
4 comments:
I just found someone's umbrella in my closet. Hopefully it doesn't rain anywhere else for the rest of the tour. It was nice spending time with you gals.
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