Seattle Sick

Worked really hard to try to get everything done. I was mostly successful, but I also left my check in confirmation on my desk. Warren asked if I was going to Brandon's comedy show, but of course, I was leaving for Seattle. This being a very very important trip, I beat down the sexual FOMO. He wished me a fun trip.

Tim asked if we could go to the store before the airport, so I just gave him my credit card instead while I finished packing. I forgot to download an offline game to play, so it was a fairly boring flight. Someone next to us was watching a thriller I was kind of curious about, but I couldn't pick out any searchable details.

The Uber drive to the hotel was surprisingly cheap - something to do with the credit card he was using? Not sure. He was kind of hungry, and more than that kind of thirsty, so we set out to find a restaurant or drug store. This proved to be a much more difficult proposition, as apparently most of downtown Seattle is department stores and places catering to department stores. We walked nearly 2 miles, but did finally find a place open late. I bought PB&J, he got a chicken salad and wine. I paid for everything but the wine, then Lyfted us back, because I was definitely not going to walk another 2 miles at 1:30am.


We had our dinner, drank some wine, he fucked me. Not a bad first night, really.