So, I'm really sorry for not writing this sooner. I have no idea why, because as far as I know I only have two readers. Anyways, onwards I go to the post...
The dog only puked three times while we drove. We are making progress with him! He used to puke every five minutes when he was still a puppy.
We made good time. My mom and I drove up to our friends' house where we stayed. It was up north of Seattle. We said hi, unpacked, all that good stuff.
I really, really, really wanted to see my best friend that I hadn't seen in nearly year. I lost her phone number so we just popped in. I was going to act all chill, but when I saw her, I pounced out of the car. I don't really remember going over to the garden where she was standing, but I do remember feeling my feet smacking the ground and nearly toppling over. I hadn't seen her in so long, that I thought that maybe I was running to a complete stranger for a few moments until she began to respond in much the same way.
We went to dinner and met up with my brother, whom I call Sasquatchio because, well, he's built like sasquatch. He's 6'8" or so and has banana hands. Also, he's about as smart as a monkey.
I ordered chicken strips, french fries, and pepsi (this is pretty much all I ate for the next two weeks), but I ate about two bites because I was too busy talking to everyone--Sasquatchio, Best Friend, Sasquatchio's girlfriend, everyone.
Eventually I talked my mom and Best Friend's dad into letting me spend the night at her house. We stayed up till 11, which is actually pretty early for me to go to bed, but for her it was really late. We planned on waking up at 2 AM so we could light up a lantern and walk around pretending we were in Hogwarts, but it didn't work out. Instead, we did that before we went to bed.
The next day I went and saw my dad. He took me to Seattle. We walked around and saw this cool mural. It looked like a bunch of multi-colored crystals of kryptonite on the side of this building. It stood out against the drab, chilly, gray sky that the Pacific Northwest is famous for. Right across the street from rainbow-kryptonite-mural was a low, flat building that had black spray paint across the windows. I'm pretty sure more than one rave took place there.
I had planned to see my friend (who we'll call Alien to avoid confusion) this day, but I was in Seattle for too long, so I didn't get to see Alien. Actually, life kept throwing in complications so I didn't get to see him at all.
After a few days of spending the night at Best Friend's house, she had school again so I spent the remainder of the week at my mom's friend's house. It was an old house that was next to a highway, so all night you heard traffic. I didn't really mind that. In fact, I liked the sound of the cars' tires speeding over the wet pavement. What really annoyed me was my mom's snoring.
My mom's friend had her birthday, so we gorged ourselves with about six types of cheesecake, two types of pizza, and cheesy bread. Oh, how I love cheesy bread...
That was pretty much my last night at her house. My mom stayed one more before she went back home (more on that in a minute). I didn't get to see the ocean, but it would have been pretty cold anyways. Besides, I'll go back in the summer and see the ocean (and Alien).
The day after that, Sasquatchio took me on another fieldtrip. He came over to the house we were staying in. He planned on going on an exciting adventure with me, and only me due to problems with his girlfriend who was sorta afraid of pretty much everything.
The Adventures of Sasquatchio and I will be another story to tell.....
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