We woke up and got out of the hotel right at checkout (another attractive woman at the counter, God bless Montana!) And we drove…all the way to Seattle. Very little stops because, well, there is nothing on the East side of Washington. In Seattle, we met the Terry(i)’s. They are Jeff’s Aunt and Uncle, Terri and Terry respectively. They are pretty nerdy.
They both play video games on huge individual LCD TV's.
They have automatic salt and pepper shakers.
They have automatic toilet seats that wash and bidet you, automatically.
They were living proof that the apple does not fall far from the tree.
So we were able to wash clothes there, and have a good dinner. So, what's the big deal with automatic salt and pepper shakers you say? Well, by automatic, I mean electric. Loud, electric motors which Terry liked to use, tactfully, when Terri was speaking as to drown out her voice. He had a satisfied, sly smile about him when he did this. They liked to argue, and had an odd, playful humor that I can only attribute to living in the Northwest. Interesting people overall, and they let us sleep there and that means they are good people in my book.
So we hit the town that night, just walking around in a stiff breeze up and down the streets of Seattle, looking for fun and trouble. Well, it is too cold for trouble, and the fun was to be found in one bar, which we drank at, left, and eventually returned to because it was our first love...or something like that. We (I) have a hard time finding bars that I (We) like. Trendy, dark bars are not for us (unless it is a Jazz club, but that is obviously not what I am referring to here, keep up). Pubs are more our nature, and naturally we gravitate towards them. Then into them. Then back to the Terry(i)'s for a good night's rest.
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