Today in Sydney I watched two of my favo(u)rite people become one at a wedding ceremony in the sun on the northern beaches. The bride looked like a brunette Grace Kelly and the groom so handsome and shell-shocked.
Last night in Seattle I went to a dinner party hosted by my new boss and his partner. It was a really great night, complete with wonderful food, cocktails and conversation. The only thing that concerned me was the presence of a scratching post in their living room.
I saw no cat.
Today in Kent I went to the opening of a lovely gluten free bakery, which is situated inside a knitting and craft store. There was an array of creative older women who purchased flourless brownies before sitting down to knit and embroider.
It was near this sitting area that I met Brian, a middle aged fellow who had assigned himself the challenge of knitting 12 socks simultaneously. In the time I spoke to Brian about his socks, I could have purchased at least three more macaroons. I try to not live my life with regret, but still.
Today in Seattle I turned 27 years old. I’m just that one step closer to being the cougar I’ve always wanted to be.
Today in a studio in Seattle I sat before a young Ukrainian makeup artist who is looking to add new looks to her portfolio. I could smell the sweet Starbucks on her breath as she leant in close to line my upper lids. I flinched and she swore. Apparently the eyeliner she was using was waterproof and she would have to start again.
I asked her if she thought I was a very good model and she said no and I thought “It must be lonely being in America and not understanding English.”
Today in Seattle I met Squirt and Rain, the resident Pacific Northwest Octopi at the Seattle Aquarium. It seems I paid visit just a few days too soon…
On Valentines Day, the aquarium staff are placing Squirt in the same tank as Rain. They are hoping for some tangled tentacles.
Now that I am married, I am always on the look out for real romance.
This evening in Seattle, as I was strolling to hot yoga in Capitol Hill, I walked into a pole as I was posting a picture of a french bulldog in a sweater onto Instagram.
You cannot possibly be more disappointed in the person that I have become more than I am.
This afternoon in Seattle I sat in on my first team meeting in my new office. The company’s new Vice President of Sales regaled us stories of his mission post graduation from Brigham Young University in Utah.
Trust a Morman to be the Vice President of Sales.
This weekend in Snohomish County, Washington I spent the weekend in a cabin alongside the Skykomish River. The snow was so white and the sky was so blue and the other Australian who joined us bought along a tube of Vegemite.
Americans are so polite.
(Source: seinfeldworld, via amanwithoutacountry)
