Another big gap in posts - sorry, faithful reader(s). So much has happened and we've both been incredibly busy.
Beth: Flew her pretty behind all the way to eastern Europe, traveled her way to Georgia (think Tblisi and homemade wine, not Atlanta and Coca-Cola) and spent a month there as part of a UW study abroad program. She returned rejuvenated on life and full of fascinating stories. Sorry, you'll have to ask her to elaborate. Ask her to relate the story of the American college boys getting their first-ever authentic Georgian spa.
Seth: During the brief repast from inconsolable sobbing during Beth's jet-setting, dove in head-first to preparations for volunteer ski patrol this winter. This involved lots of classroom time for about three months as well as frequent trips up to Snoqualmie pass to practice our skills outside in the cold and rain (no snow yet). Two weeks ago I passed my final so I'm basically an outdoor EMT. It's a good thing that Beth is also trained in the first-responder arts or else she would have surely sent me to the hospital with my constant stream of stories and excitement about gross, gruesome and groovy injuries. Just this last weekend I attended a mandatory clinic up on the pass where among other tasks, we learned how to use an assortment of harnesses, ropes, suspended "chairs" and a modified rifle to rescue stranded skiers from a broken ski lift.
I now have a brief break in training until there is enough snow to open the resort, at which time I begin toboggan training - learning how to carry the broken folks down the hill on a sled. I admit I'm hoping for a couple of weeks before the snow hits just so I can get a break, but the Seattle weather is set to turn snowy as early as next weekend so we'll see.
Also, Halloween came and went. Again we had to skip the Davis-style pumpkin carve because it's just too cold to sit outside in October in Seattle. But we still carved a bit and put some indoor work into our costumes and hit the town. Photos below:
A few of us ready to hop into a cab toward Capitol Hill. Left to right, Matt's arm (sorry Matt), God wearing a Giants hat and jersey (preordained to win the series!), Juicy Fruit (the taste, the taste, the taste is gonna move ya!) and the lovely tragic French clown (or pierrot) - that's all sewing machine and glue gun, folks!
Out at the Comet, we met this mysterious luchador. Even though we knew his alter-ego, our instincts compelled us to wrestle - or run. Later this luchador took us to an odd party where we felt very old and superior and from which we were eventually invited to leave for being too old and superior. Clever move, luchador.
Kiss cover band! Those of you keeping score may recall that we saw this same band (in the same bar) last year. They were too much fun to miss and this year they had a Black Sabbath cover band opening. Both bands killed it!
The pierrot looking extra-sassy.
While the bands were fantastic, we found it more entertaining to loiter outside on the corner and interact with other costumed revelers - like John and Yoko here. Sidenote - as part of my Juicy Fruit costume, I brought along two packs of Juicy Fruit gum and passed out sticks to strangers. You make fast friends of strangers when you give them a taste that's gonna move them when they pop it in their mouths.
More outside costumes. This guy was a self-proclaimed "rave gimp." I couldn't get the photo to work out, but the bars on his shirt responded to sound so that if a nearby group yelled, the bars would jump. Just like free gum, a very social costume. This guy had a lot of people yell at him.
Party folk lined up outside for late-night hot dogs from the cart.
Innocent little angel needed the pierrot's help walking in high heels - and her help fixing his costume to "make my ass look good."
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