To Remember the weekend

June 5, 2006 · Travel

It wasn't this past weekend - but I don't want to forget it - although I don't think I will be able to actually.

Working late, 3 hours sleep before the flight
Capital Hill
A fabulous mocha from Vivachi
Warm clothes from crossroads
A restaurant that reminds him of another
A visit to my corporate nemesis for many years
New friends, old friends
A drive though rain and green mountains
Grasslands
Fields from a previous life
Remembering the NIN poster I carried to/though Europe for someone
Standing outside the pit
A night of Apocalypse now
The sleep of death
A concrete Stonehenge on the edge of a river
My brother, his wife and two dogs
A punk family.
Home cooked food.
Another good mocha.
Sleeping at the eardrum blasting concert
No energy for subversive shopping.
Breaking point.
The W. and sweet sleep at last.

I really want to write up the whole story of the night of the Apocalypse is in eastern Washington, but I've just been too busy. It's a good story though.