After the Olympics, I went to Disneyland. No, wait, that wasn’t me. I headed for Bainbridge Island (home to a very cool grad program in sustainable business) and hopped on the ferry for Seattle.
In my 19 hours in town, I managed to see some of my favorite people in the world. I met Sarah and Kerry at Sam Bar (so cool it doesn’t even need a sign out front – always fun to find in a foreign city) for a quick get-up-to-speed-on-everyone’s-lives session (starting to like the “-” – perhaps a little too much – heh?-). The three of us used to work at Clif Bar until they both abandoned me and headed for Seattle. But they both seem to be doing well (marriage, home ownership, high-falutin’ jobs at this little tech company called Microsoft..) so I won’t bust chops. Good peops, those two. Good peops..
From there, I hauled butt over to my buddy Erik’s place. He’s a friend from high school and former roommate in SF. Just so happened that another friend from high school, Shawn (batting his eyelashes in this photo),
had flown in for a trip they’d planned down to Horning’s Hideout, a 4 day music festival outside of Portland.
Before they split, we managed to get a great night of conversation in over a fabulous pasta dinner Erik whipped up. And took in the unbelievable view from his balcony. Yahtzee.
From Erik’s, I stopped by the offices of Grist.org to say hey to a friend, Brendon, and check out the digs. Cool place, doing amazing things to raise the collective consciousness about the importance of all sorts of environmental issues. And they’re some damn funny people. No dry hippie shit here. Check ’em out.