Une · Aventure · Dans · La · Vie

I just got home. Finally! I am so tired. I took the bus last night… and therefore took it this morning. I ended up walking… a lot. I missed my first bus. One thing I like about riding the bus is that I can look at all the historical buildings in Seattle as we drive by. Normally, I’m driving and am more worried about the shitty drivers juggling their Starbucks and cellphones. You never know when they’ll just drift into your lane absentmindedly… no turn signal or anything. Doo duh doo. I digress…

While I was working for SPD I got really into Seattle’s history. I love to look around and try to see the buildings as they once were back when they were first built. I noticed an older building the other day that had large dilapidated letters, reading “Now Fireproof.” It made me wonder if that was due to the Grand Opera House fire of 1906… or more likely the second in 1917 when it actually burned quite badly. The interesting thing is that after the first fire happened the owner, John Cort, decided to make The Moore Theater his principle venue instead of the Grand in 1907. A fun fact: He later opened the Metropolitan in 1911. I was just thinking about the Moore today as we passed it… wow… almost a century ago. Now the Grand is just parking garage at 217 Cherry St. Downtown.
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Okay also, the grossest thing happened to me last night. I was sitting at the Burien park-and-ride at 2145hrs waiting for my second bus, when this guy starts backing up in my direction. I thought he was just moving out of the way of someone but he started to get “too close” so I exclaimed an “excuse me….” Just as the dude stopped… and farted next to my face. I got up so fast. Ew. He’s lucky I didn’t kick him. I only thought about that afterward. The guy seemed like he must have been mental or possibly had a creepy fetish. *Shudder* Why me? I seriously attract the Creepies.