I'm not afraid when I'm with you

We arrived in Seattle yesterday afternoon. I slept in the back of the car. Jamie had organized the muster times as follows:
8:30 - pick up Adrienne
8:45 - pick up coffee
9:00 - meet everyone at his house
9:15 - get the hell out of Dodge.

We met up in Bellingham for a slow breakfast and coffee at lunch time. Then I slept more in the car. Upon checking in, I slept even more after a hot shower and a symbolic attempt at reading a short story that i've been trying to read for about a week now.

In the car, my mind wandered, planning events and what could be considered a private performance piece. Its an exploration of the senses. I was having trouble with the ending, but I think I have it solved.

OK, so now its Sunday morning and I've sufficiently impressed my friends with how much I can drink (Camille: I can't keep up with you.) and how much I can eat (Camille, again: You're like, the smallest person here and you're just cleaning off that plate.) Which is, somehow, a little embarassing.

Goodbyes now and home soon.