"I'm shipping up to Boston"

Charlee’s Slice:
I went home this weekend after a month long absence from Kirkland. There was much laundry to be done, and many pages of reading to be had. The laundry got done, the reading did not. Who wants to read about global economics anyway? A biological anthropologist certainly does not. A biological anthropologist wants to go to coffee houses on Friday nights, and build gigantic bon fires on Saturday nights. And that is exactly what this biological anthropologist did.
When I initially got home I thought the weekend was going to be something of a bust when all I had accomplished was a trip to the drug store and an early evening nap. That was until Rachel called me looking for something to do. I told her I was down except I can’t drive now that I am night blind (thanks meds) and I cant drink (again, thanks meds). Alex called me to tell me that Austin wants me to get Peter and head to the Valhalla house. Rachel and I made the trip there; Peter just wanted to watch Jeopardy. There was talk of going to a laser show, but that turned into going up to the urban coffee house and bumming around. We did make the exciting discovery that they now served booze! Mmm, Irish coffee anyone? Even so, Rachel got a non-spiked cider, and I got a London fog. Maybe next time. We went back to the boys house and hung out for a few hours, but still called it a relatively early evening.
Saturday I bummed around for most of the morning. Peter picked me up around 2 and we went down to the guitar center so I could pick up a cord for and amp. I was seriously considering buying a cow bell. I even made up my mind that if someone asked to help me I would buy the $25.00 one, but no one did, so I went home with just the cord. Peter and I also went across the street to the Halloween store. It smelled like butt, and didn’t really have anything that would help my Barbarella costume. It did however, help me decide I want to be Artemis, goddess of the hunt instead. I plan on getting it together later this week.
Friday, Alex and Austin and I decided we were going to have a bonfire at Golden Gardens Saturday night. Little did we know it was supposed to get below freezing...and it did. Peter and I met up with Alex who was supposed to show us how to get there. Instead he showed us how to get to Green Lake, then to the other side of Queen Anne, and then back to I-5. Basically he succeeded in getting us lost, but we eventually made it. We met Joey, Austin, and his cousins there and we proceeded to make a GIANT “white man” fire. It was sooo big that Austin and others were losing layers of their clothing despite the freezing weather. I stayed bundled in my coats and blanket all night long. We made the fire SOOOO big, we weren’t able to put it out. And like other irresponsible jackasses, we left it smoldering on the beach. There were no news headlines the next morning about golden gardens going up in flames, so I assume there was no harm done.
Sunday was supposed to be the last nice day for a long while. Austin and I met up and we did a quick urban hike through St. Edwards. It was my first time there and I’m excited to adventure through there in the future. I made the sad discovery that I lost my ability to climb trees, but I am going to blame it on having no traction on my shoes.
I’m back in Bellingham now, starting the cycle of procrastinating on my homework. Next weekend is sure to be Epic, so hopefully Rachel and I can get more on the ball of posting blogs. Until then, hold tight.

Rachel’s Slice:

I love my family, but I think it’s bad for my health. After having a laid back lazy night with Charlee and the boys on Friday, I spent Saturday preparing for my date with Heidi. She may have stopped seeing my cousin romantically, but that girl is here to stay if the rest of the family has anything to say about it. As my mom said, “I’m keeping Heidi and Tyler can fuck off.”

Heidi came for dinner Saturday night bringing with her a bottle of wine and flowers since she’s so much older than me and wanted to make a good impression on the family. Then we headed out to the Liquid Lime to catch a show. Turned out to be a super great Irish cover band that played everything from Flogging Molly to surprisingly a song I had to sing at girl scout camp(but you’d never have guessed that since the lead singer was wearing a utility-kilt and had a blue Mohawk). Heidi and I were not alone though, since we ended up picking up my cousin Matt’s girlfriend Tracey and meeting up with Kate and Alex at the bar. And this of course is when I went from hoping to only having maybe three drinks tops to having about seven. When the cover of the Dropkick Murphy’s came on, of course I had to text Charlee! I was shipping up to Boston at that point, inebriated as I was. Charlee’s reply?—“Can I get on that boat?” I wish Charlee could have been on that boat. Then Tracey was asked not so kindly to leave the bar and the rest of our night at the bar ended.

Heidi and I went back to crash at my parents’ house. We quietly discussed the texts I was sending a receiving from a certain gentleman I should or shouldn’t have been texting past midnight. No harm was done though, so score one for drunken text exchange again. As we were quietly giggling and Heidi went to change into her Pjs, a loud group of people suddenly started up my front walk. Of course, Kate, Alex and an incredibly loud Tracey came in to join the party since my house was a helluva lot closer than West Seattle. My parents had no other choice but to join up with us since Tracey literally ran into the bedroom and jumped into bed with my mom. We spent the rest of the night talking about random family drama and random observations about the world and finally hit the sack around 4. Well, some of us hit the sack—I laid in bed and couldn’t sleep only to then spend most of Sunday drudgingly trying to get through a super boring novel and resisting the urge to puke up anything I’d eaten. My cousins are going to kill me.

But I did get the biggest compliment/diss I’ve ever received. Dan, the socially awkward friend of my cousins’ that wouldn’t put out when the time was ripe, refers to me as the Anti-Christ. My mother was a little taken aback by this and question Alex about it when he told us about this. Alex said that it’s because Dan has no idea how to comprehend me. According to Alex, I’m the most normal thing besides a dude that Dan has ever come across and he can’t handle it. Basically, Dan’s pissed because I make him look like a pussy-bitch with my dude-like ways in the sack. But he still thinks I’m hot. Anti-Christ has never been such an ego-boost.

I’m bummed again that I’ll be missing out on life in Bellingham next weekend as well. The little sister is “dancing” at the Battle in Seattle and I have to go and be a proper member of the family(then get drunk again with my cousins). I’m only going for Saturday night though, so hopefully something great goes down on Friday. Back to studying now! Stay cool, darling readers.

XOXO, Rachel