Well I’ve been in Seattle a little over a week and I have
been pretty active so far. Looking for jobs is a bummer and I have been sending
out at least one cover letter and resume a day which may not seems like a big
deal but it’s a full time job in itself. I wish that I could just talk to the
people that are hiring because I know that I can sell myself so well in person.
It will happen and right now I’m not freaking out about it I’m just learning
about my new home.
I am living with one of my oldest friends from Amahami and
her family which includes her partner who is awesome and can put my potty mouth
to shame any day of the week and their son who is like a tiny Godzilla. I didn’t think that
I would enjoy living with a toddler at all but so far we are pretty good
buddies. I am learning about farting dogs, kids music that does't suck, snack traps and stomp rockets from
an expert!
My second day here I attended the SlutWalk which is an
international campaign to end slut shaming and victim blaming. Basically it doesn’t
matter how one acts or looks there is no excuse for violence ever. I was happy
that my good buddy Carl that I met in Korea decided to join me. He jumped right
in and volunteered to be a chant leader for the march. His megaphone didn’t
work which is pretty on par for Carl’s luck but we were louder without it to be
honest. I met up with a new friend I’d met online and the three of us went to
Pike Place market for some Greek food and people watching. A lovely little
Sunday of sluts and souvlaki.
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I have decided that a great way to get involved and learn
about my new city is to volunteer as much as possible. I have signed up to help
with the Fremont Oktoberfest, The North West Chocolate Festival and this past
weekend I volunteered at the Food Truck Rodeo. 45 food trucks got together for
an awesome display of food goodness. My favorite was Off the Rez which made
tacos on Native American fry bread. The pulled pork was perfectly cooked and
the beans and veg in the veggie were seasoned well. The show stopper was by far
the sweet fry bread which was drenched in a thick lemon curd. I had a food
orgasm in my mouth and I will be tracking that truck down all over this city!
I went out dancing on Saturday night with my new friend
Avery. The event is held bimonthly and is called Hot Flash: a night for
seasoned lesbians and their admirers. So basically older Lesbos rockin’ out in
their mom jeans and socks with birks mullets not required but welcomed. It was
one of the best people watching events I’ve attended in a long time and I can’t
wait to go back. Any place that I can drink ice cold Magners, belt out cheesy pop music
and watch gorgeous go-go dancers...I’m in.