Seattle, our home.

So we got into town, got a slice of pizza, and called our friend Larry. Larry is, the man. We met him on Couchsurfing and he hosted us when we gave the Northwest a tour in April. He picked us up from the airport, took us to 50 cent Wing Night (which we're headed to tonight before the Purity Ring Show), gave us the grand tour of seattle acting as a super informative tour guide, put us up for three days, and took us snowboarding 45 minutes outside of seattle. The dude is legit. He agreed to put us up if we could get to the bar he was headed to for the Cougars game. After much ado and without any help from smartass phones we found the bar and Larry. Had some beers, had some food, met his Marine Vet buddy Glenn (I did a sketch of him that he said he was going to get framed) and watched a disappointing first Cougars game then headed to Larry's place. We spent the next day or two trying to run errands and being redirected here and there. Larry meanwhile was hosting 6 people the next night. All cool folks all being fed white russians by Larry. Sarah and Andrew were two folks from Fargo, Minnesota who were traveling in an RV from coast to coast before moving to Denver. Frederick was a student from Denmark taking some time off to explore Seattle. We gave them a lift in the morning before hitting up coffee shops and reading classified ads to find jobs and places to live.

Us with Sarah & Andrew and Frederick in front of the Deez

Walking around in Capitol Hill I got stopped by a canvasser with blonde dreads named Casey. She was really cool and really outgoing. I always have to stop to talk to them because I know how bad that job sucks but I generally don't donate to them. They usually seem appreciative that I stopped to talk to them and don't hassle me about not giving. Casey was that case. She even told me I should come work for them. They had a 12 dollar an hour base pay as well as commission for signing people up. I agreed and she wrote down an appointment for me to get interviewed. The selling point was when I asked if I should bring a resume and she said bluntly "we're not gonna look at your fucking resume, are you kidding me man?" We laughed and she gave me a hug and wished me luck.  What I didn't realize was the appointment was for 4 o clock on Labor day and there was no one there to interview me. Gotta follow up on that...

We were taking a break from apartment seeking at a coffee shop and while I was reading the hilarious "musicians wanted' ads (funniest one was 'midget wanted for ball slapping metal band. must play upright bass. gnome costume a must'. kid you not.) Dylan says "come on. let's go". Refuses to tell me where we're going and just pulls into a parking lot on the other side of town. There's a guy waiting at the door to the building and I just assume he's a landlord. He takes us upstairs and shows us this place that is INFINITELY better than any of the other piss smelling, undersized, over priced, run down, beat apartments we had seen in Capitol Hill. It was a two bedroom place, small kitchen, coated wood floors, lots of windows, 2 floor building for a grand a month. Had washers and dryers in the basement, had a small parking lot, the building was SILENT, and the landlord was a character. His name was Shaw/Shawn (still not sure) but we've taken to calling him Shawlord. He's an Iranian by way of Arizona who went to school at UofW in 77 and has lived in our area since. He lives a few blocks away with his family (so the neighborhood can't be too bad) and we chatted with him that turned into a political conversation with lots of laughing. Good humored guy and after little deliberation we signed a lease. He immediately took us to lowes to get a shower curtain and keys copied then took us out for drinks at his favorite neighborhood bar. It became very clear that he was a force to be reckoned with. He was very generous boarderline too much. Bought us a round and when we had finished insited on another. I turned him down on the second so I could be DD. By the third round I told him no again and he bought me a whiskey before I could say no. A friend of his came over and we got to see them interact. The pair were ridiculous but you could tell they were old friends.

Shawlord on the right and his friend on the Left.

Dylan and I eventually made out escape from the drinking lot and went back to Larry's to grab our stuff and hit up target for air mattresses and blankets. We both desired greasy crap chinese food in a box and found a place at our local bodega owner's recommendation. It was sub par as far as crappy chinese food goes but we were so excited it didn't matter.

The next day (sunday) we had plans with Sarah and Andrew to go for a free wooden boat ride. I dragged Dylan out of the tent and threw him in the car.

We picked up S&A and managed to get there early enough for a reservation on a noon boat.We grabbed some breakfast at a place that specialized in Biscuits and Pies. I got a fried green tomato with bacon cheese and an egg on a thick buttered biscuit. Was Seriously good. They also had a pig out front with chalk to write on him. Went on an hour boat ride on Lake Union that was very calming and may be a regular thing.  

                                                           Seaplane landing on Lake Union

The rest of the afternoon was set for exploring and supply gathering. A long drive searching for a different target led us on a long trip around seattle that we eventually gave up on and went back to the one by Larry's house.

We found a coffee shop with internet and the goodwill and got our internet fix and some dishes and stuffs.

This is our neighborhood.

 Next episode: Our rooms go blue! Bar Trivia Night! Friends! Adventures! Mattresses!

Oh! And now we have an address! Send us things!

Our home: 2700 E. Yesler Way. Apt 204. Seattle, Washington. 98122.

Thinkin of ya. With Much love!