We went to Marymoor park, because I said I wanted to be outside and people-watch. We found the RC field, where all these dudes had radio-controlled planes. It was rad, they were doing tricks and stuff. And there was a sign that said "PILOTS AND THEIR ASSISTANTS AND ALSO THEIR DOGS ONLY" because it seemed like everybody there had a dog. Also there were RC helicopters, which didn't seem as fun, because they just went up and down, up and down. Fjellanger took this opportunity to explain how helicopters work, or something, I'm not sure, I wasn't really paying attention.
He tried to show me a lake, but he couldn't find it. So we went to a grocery store and bought strawberries to eat. Just as it was in New Orleans, my appetite was way down from all the pot I wasn't smoking. Then I think we took naps, I took lots of naps, which is as it should be, because I was on vacation, and that's what vacations are all about, napping.
That evening we went with Doug and Naomi to see a UW football game. They're the Huskies. (Yoo Dub, not Doug and Naomi, that would be just mean.) They say "dawg" a lot. (UW paraphenalia, not Doug and Naomi.) Oh man does that rule. Dawg. And there's a real live Husky that they showed on the big screen, he has some froo-froo name like Prince Renoir-Lafayette, except froo-frooer. I asked Doug if anyone had ever stolen him like they do in those crazy teen sex comedy movies, but he said he didn't think so. There were MAD people going to the game, and they were all old, which I thought was really weird. Rutgers has a really really shitty football team, AND it probably doesn't have as locally-concentrated an alumni population, so we don't get that many old heads at our games. Or maybe we do, what the fuck do I know, I never went.
I had a Polish dog. It was Band Day, which meant that there were three million local high school bands there for halftime; more importantly, it meant that there were lithe highschool CHEERLEADERS milling about near where we were eating our Polish dogs. In very short skirts. And we were sitting on the ground. I'm going to jail.
The stadium was big and gorgeous. So big, and so gorgeous. It's about twice as high as the Rutgers stadim (okay, I went a few times), and we were real high up. The right side was open, and beyond that was . . . water. Again, not sure what body of water it was, but boats could pull up and watch the game supposedly, though I don't see what kind of angle they would have . . . the city was to the left, and the gorgeous university buildings stuck out. The university is gorgeous, by the way. The sun set over the city; as it did it turned the water lavendar and the boats a pale green. Then the moon came up. Oh. My. God. It was a full moon that night, and the moon came up big and orange over the MOUNTAINS. Like, it comes up from behind the mountains, which take a jagged bite out of the bottom; then it rose a little above and painted an orange streak on the water. Man. What a ridiculously beautiful football game. It was cold and we all had blankets, I sat on one. I talked to Doug about football a little, and man oh man did I like Doug and Naomi, a whole freaking lot. We got along real real well and talk came easy and . . . yes. Very nice, very nice indeed, and I'm so glad they invited us.
The halftime show was pretty impressive; the whole fucking field was FILLED with bands. It was fun to watch the white gloves of the conductors or drum majors or whatever, they weren't in sync very much. And then all the cheerleaders came into the middle of the field with shiny pompoms and danced to (swear to God) Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time". It actually looked pretty cool, and my amusement knew no bounds. Oh, and UW has a he-uge marching band -- they made a gigantic "W" out on the field in the beginning, it was very precise-looking and very big -- but they have a really really small dance/cheerleading team. Which was fine, because we were up so high we coudn't see
And the Huskies won! By like a million! It was a lot of fun to watch, they beat the crap out of the Wyoming Cowboys. Then we crept back across the river at about -5mph, MAN is traffic in Seattle a bitch. I fell asleep on the way home. It was . . . my best night there, I think maybe (sorry Elvis!). And no alcohol the whole day! See, I'm not a drug fiend after all.