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So apparently, that part of the church was built in 1907 in the style of "old Colonial".

I don't know if that's better or worse than what I'd originally thought.

Tourist Trap

I've never lived in any sort of iconic area. I never thought I had anything architecturally outstanding near my house, some cutie stores for rich women, about a thousand gourmet pizza places, and the hull of an old worn out Blockbuster Video, beaten by Netflix, but killed by Red Box. Yet as I walked home from the Metropolitan Market two girls walked ahead of me about two or three hundred feet. Sorry, 80-100 meters. Then they stopped, while I continued. As I got closer, I realized that they were the same girls who'd asked for directions, in terms of right or left, while in line at the grocery store. They were absolutely tourists. They seemed nice enough, but then I saw what they were admiring on the sidewalk. They had stopped outside the local Presbyterian church. The one built way back in the late 1950's. That ancient relic. This church has an entrance with a little concrete ledge overhang, which had apparently grabbed their attention. I understand that I'm snobbing the hell out here, but it just struck me odd that they found the church, that I avoided on wednesday nights because they hosted free dinners for the disenfranchised, worth their photo. It stopped them in their tracks. Please don't get me wrong, I've lived near another tourist destination the entire time I've been here. Kerry Park is nearly a bus station of the tour persuasion. During the summer months, even when it's somewhat cloudy, there are droves of people on it's overlook of the city. When it's sunny, Mt. Rainier is in the background. It's where nearly every photo you've seen of Seattle's skyline with Rainier behind it was taken. Films are shot here, albeit local news films, but you get the idea. I must say that I still go spend time there once in a while. Even with all the aimless idiots wandering around, I still think it's an amazing attraction. This local church once had a beef with their neighbors because the church owned a house in the neighborhood that they'd allowed their youth group to overtake. The house was painted black to make it a "cool for Jesus" pad. The adjacent home owner obviously had issue. And when nothing was done, they picketed in front of the church in a lawn chair. This is the place that these young waspy girls had sought to memorex for their scrapbook. It just felt cheap, I guess.
And I'm kind of a jerk.

Very productive.

I find it a testament to my view on the world that I consider a day in which I design and build a cooler contraption that holds 5 gallons of liquid (margaritas, of course) and rests comfortably on one's back productive. This seems like something that should be very popular and illegal. I, for one, am glad it's neither. And though I stole the idea, (sorry Pat and Pren) I have scoured the internet for others' attempts and come up short. In fact, the only thing I found was a service that provides a hired stranger to wander around your party with a factory produced version of the device on his back and ply your partygoers with drinks.



This makes me wonder. When is it the right party to have a mobile margarita guy who isn't drinking? I mean, that's a huge part of the fun right? We get to laugh at the guy as he's too drunk to carry that thing around any longer, betting each other how long until he falls down, crushed by his libatious load. But the joke's on them isn't it. Whoever bears the burden can at any time sneak away and have it to themselves. That's right suckers, it's ALL MINE!

Way ahead of you.

So I'm not yet even through June and I'm starting this blog. I guess. It could actually be weeks before I remember to do it again. Oh well. Mostly this should be for my trip to see everybody ( hence the title) but I might as well get things off my chest as well. More to come.