SEA {the remix}

7.26.2011

It takes a while to make friends at a new job. Or maybe that was just me. 

With this job, you have a very short amount of time to make a good impression. You're a close knit family for (usually) three days. If everyone gets along, it makes for a great trip. If there's a crazy among the crew, the flights might feel a bit longer. 

The introductions are quick and in most cases, the same every time:

"Where are you from?" and, "How is the commute?"

The trip might be full of laughs and great stories, but when the plane touches down back in New York in the end, none of us can get off quickly enough and catch a flight to our homes or just get out of the airport. We might not see each other again for months. We might run into each other in Atlanta, or Salt Lake City, or on a layover in Orlando. It's a wild card friendship.

So, it's a beautiful treat to fly with people you already know.

I had a two day trip out to Seattle---with a twenty-two hour layover before flying back to New York on the red eye. We were a crew of four. And I flew with TWO of my friends from training. And it. Was. Fun.

Erika is also from Kentucky. We are the same age, and we went to UK at the same time. She flew for a regional airline prior to the present one, and so she taught me some tricks of the trade. I can only really describe her as my Flight Attendant Mr. Miyagi. I am forever grateful. She also made me feel like the most shameful Kentucky fan...because she was so devoted and I had to confess I lived in Lexington for three years and only went to one basketball game. Oops.

Clayton is from Mississippi and has one of the thickest southern accents I've ever heard. He also has a fast as lightning, razor-sharp wit that had me laughing a great deal, and frequently.

After a quick jaunt in Salt Lake City, we got into Seattle late in the evening.

Our hotel was a few blocks from Pike Place, so we headed out.

While I always have the best intentions to pack lightly, I'm still a novice and find myself thinking things like, "What if the forecast is supposed to be in the eighties, but a freak storm hits and I am left freezing somewhere?" 

It was only a two day trip, so I decided to not pack my entire wardrobe.

Of course, the one time I decided I would be fine with a sun dress and a cardigan and flip flops (since most states of late have been hit by a ridiculous heat wave, AND it's July) ...it was a whopping sixty-one degrees in Seattle. 

Strolling through Pike Place umbrella-less in the rain made me feel like everyone's North Face jackets were laughing at me. I can't really blame them.



Fran! Chocolate! Yes!
The gum wall. Though it looks like I am smashing my head against it, I promise it is just an illusion.
Clayton and I at the Alibi Room. Great ambience, right in the middle of Post Alley!  It's nondescript entrance reminded me of The Leaky Cauldron. I'M A NERD AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.
SOHAPPYTOGETHER
Another treasure: I woke up Sunday morning and made my way to the Downtown campus of Mars Hill, and heard a great message from Mark Driscoll.

My friends from my last visit.
Clayton and I agreed we both wanted to try Bolivian food. The fact that the restaurant was called Copacabana and there was a giant llama on the menu and sign only made me want to eat there more. So we did.
So I ordered paella. Which, I'd already had...so that was kind of adventurous?
TOTALLY NORMAL AND NOT SCARY AT ALL.
Back at JFK. Before 6am. About an hour before I felt like dying.
Time to pass out.