Tour guide
Jun. 14th, 2010 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randy_byersYesterday I picked up Doug and Christina around 12:30 and brought them to Fremont. I took them on a long, looping walk around the neighborhood. First stop was the Troll, of course, but we couldn't get a good photo because some people were reciting Shakespeare in front of it. So we continued on to the Lighthouse, which roasts its own coffee. (Doug is a coffee drinker, but Christina isn't.) Then down the hill again past Brouwers (not beer o'clock yet), a quick stop at the Theo Chocolate factory, where Doug picked up one of the excellent chocolate-and-chili-pepper bars, then into the Sunday Market, where we wandered around checking out the booths and listening to a couple of guys play Pink Floyd on accordion and acoustic guitar (it worked) before we grabbed a spicy pork sandwich from the pig-shaped truck. (Ye Ironne Pig, indeed.) Ate our sandwiches sitting in the grass by the canal, gossiping about our friends in the UK, Seattle, and all around the world. Walked down along the canal to Gas Works Park, up Kite Hill for that postcard view of downtown. Then back past the transfer station for a whiff of working Seattle, back into the business district for a visit to the Lenin statue, and then back up the hill to the Troll, where people were taking turns posing against the statue for pictures. I took a picture of D&C, and then it was back to my house, where they sat on Hazel's beautiful bench, which Victor had admired quite feelingly at the end of the party the night before. We drank some restorative water. It was another mostly-sunny day, and we had worked up a thirst on our long walk.
After that was the pubmeet, which was good fun. Linda Deneroff and Judy Johnson were there with flyers advertising Foolscap readings. "Foolscap is a relatively new convention," I told D&C.
Linda raised her eyebrows and said, "This will be the twelfth one."
"No fucking way," I insisted. I thought it was the fifth one, or thereabouts. Uh, maybe in binary? Uh ... uh ...
Well, anyway, it was a good pubmeet, with many of the usual faces and a few unusual ones, including Andy and Andi. (Hooper and Shechter, that is.) We discussed Swedish garage bands, as you do. Also Stieg Larsson's fannish past.
After that a bunch of us made a traditional fannish expedition to a Chinese restaurant -- Fu Shen, up on 91st and Aurora. Really good food, I thought. Suzle had just had a birthday, so it was a birthday dinner for her. There was more talk of Sweden. I blame Ulrika. She and Christina reminisced about an animated show from their childhood called The Magic Roundabout that was originally in French but in England was shown with an English text that was a whole different story and had nothing to do with the original. One way to solve the problem of translation! It was apparently written by Emma Thompson's father.
Then I took our visitors back to their hotel and that was another good day in the books. I'm already feeling bereft that they will soon be leaving town. It's pretty nice having them around!
After that was the pubmeet, which was good fun. Linda Deneroff and Judy Johnson were there with flyers advertising Foolscap readings. "Foolscap is a relatively new convention," I told D&C.
Linda raised her eyebrows and said, "This will be the twelfth one."
"No fucking way," I insisted. I thought it was the fifth one, or thereabouts. Uh, maybe in binary? Uh ... uh ...
Well, anyway, it was a good pubmeet, with many of the usual faces and a few unusual ones, including Andy and Andi. (Hooper and Shechter, that is.) We discussed Swedish garage bands, as you do. Also Stieg Larsson's fannish past.
After that a bunch of us made a traditional fannish expedition to a Chinese restaurant -- Fu Shen, up on 91st and Aurora. Really good food, I thought. Suzle had just had a birthday, so it was a birthday dinner for her. There was more talk of Sweden. I blame Ulrika. She and Christina reminisced about an animated show from their childhood called The Magic Roundabout that was originally in French but in England was shown with an English text that was a whole different story and had nothing to do with the original. One way to solve the problem of translation! It was apparently written by Emma Thompson's father.
Then I took our visitors back to their hotel and that was another good day in the books. I'm already feeling bereft that they will soon be leaving town. It's pretty nice having them around!
