Funk is the problem and the solution.

Definitely the theme of the Seattle trip. Funk. (Props to Wayne for the great mixes.)

Well... if it wasn't funk than it was food. Either way, we were set to jet.

Here are a couple of gems from the trip:


My team. They showed up in Seattle at the Folklife Festival. Don't you fret: they have a website.


This is my favorite picture of the group. Mostly because we are all eating in it, as per usual. We ate our way through Seattle and loved every second of it.

Please pay attention to the man on the left (thanks to Elise for being a decoy). One of my favorite things about big cities is that you can dress however crazyweird you want and you'll look more normal than 80% of the population. Seattle was no exception. This little photo helps to display that fact beautifully.

Nine hundred miles.

Please bless that today is filled with zen and serenity and fun and safety.

And also friendship.

I love roadtrips.

She's huge but she's hilarious.

That's what one of my bosses said to me about my only co-worker.

It's really true though. That's the best part.

Boss-lady is frank about most situations and has no problem speaking her mind. She also loves action films and a good gossip sesh. She is determined that I will meet my husband through work. After all, that's how it happened for her daughter.

My other boss gave me a warning that said huge but hilarious co-worker (who shall hereafter be called HBH) is "excitable, so be prepared for that." Yesterday, she actually told HBH that she was "getting all red in the face" and that she needed to "drink some water and go to the bathroom." Mrs. Boss has a smoker's rasp and calls me "honey." She can't handle new technology (and yet her favorite new flick is Star Trek). She about fired me because I couldn't remember if I had actually ever used a typewriter before. We have to use handwritten, carbon-copy receipts for all transactions in the office.

But I'm not complaining... C. Cove's filing system is why I have a job. So bring on the ledgers! I can make a hand-written account like nobody's business.

There will be more to come on HBH. Don't you fret.

BAND-AID(E).

I should have been born in the seventies. For the music, the style and clothes, the excitement...

I think I would've loved it there.

P.S. Did you know that Cat Stevens changed his name to Yusuf Islam, but his birth name is Steven Demetre Georgiou??? I know, kuh raise eee. Check this out.

No, excuse me.

There was a man in the women's restroom last night. Uh huh, a man. A buzz-cut, basketball shorts-wearing man.

Instead of high tailing it out of there or hiding in the stall till he heard everyone leave when he realized he was in the wrong bathroom (what I would mos def do), he saunters out of the stall with an "excuse me," while my roommate and I try not to awkwardly stare at him as he washes his hands.

After he left, we had to double check that we weren't in the men's room. Luckily, I have amazing deductive reasoning skills and assured everyone that the lack of urinals could only mean one thing.

I'm pretty sure that he was a little bit crazy. Or a creeper.

It was hilarious.