-Capitol Hill Block Party
-The Hilton Purebred Cat Show (which I will always regret being too cheap for... think of the pictures!)
-The Hilton's Basil Lounge? Or some such name that won't ever matter...
We picked the hotel restaurant to cash in our vouchers, anything for a free meal... right?
The music was decidedly something old people dance to. Grooving with their canes and oxygen tanks, dragging the IV across the floor. The fountain in the middle of the room did little to drown out those tunes. The boys didnt notice, but i couldnt look at her for fear of cracking my oh so convincing bourgeois face. Every time the waiter walked by, my mouth would twitch as Id concentrate on my plate. She began to tell a story, probably trying to put out the absurdity that had eaten us alive while we waited on our free caesar salads. "IT WAS SO FUCKING-" and her hands rushed to her mouth, as all the oldies and all the fancies had to have heard her. She might as well have been Julia Roberts with Aaron as Richard Gere.
Olympia: A city for wanderers.
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