So many stories to tell! I was in Seattle for my cousin’s wedding. Off to Burning Man upon my return. Then I was in my friend Cristina’s wedding here in the Bay Area over the Labor Day weekend.
One of my dearest friends now lives in Seattle. Conrado is more like a brother than a friend. I mean…look at us! We went to the same elementary school, same high school, lived a few blocks from each other. I spent many an afternoon at his house, chomping down on chips, cookies, ice-cream. Snacks were plentiful in his household–one grandma, two parents, and four kids. That’s a lot of people to feed. I was another mouth.
Although Conrado and I are good friends, we hadn’t talked much since he moved to Seattle. He’s busy as a member of the Seattle Men’s Chorus, bought a fixer-upper with his partner who owns two high-end boutiques in downtown Seattle. They also have the cutest, easily-excited, black pug named Marge.
I felt neglected whenever I tried to reach him on the phone and he always said he had to go. I finally realized he’s not really a phone person. That’s why hanging out with him in Seattle was so much fun. It was very comfortable. I felt at home. First, Seattle is astoundingly a lot like San Francisco–hilly, right on the water, great restaurants, great arts and culture.
After Conrado picked me up from the airport, we went to a cute sushi restaurant and I had two yummy lychee martinis. The whole time I kept shouting, “I can’t believe how cheap the rolls and drinks are here!” He insisted I shut up–as he frequented the place often.
I got to see Conrado’s and Scott’s very cute fixer-upper of a home. They fixed it up quite beautifully. I walked in and commented, “I knew it. It’s straight out of the Pottery Barn catalog page 28.”
I had my own guest room which was lovely. Conrado told me that he would be gone to work by the time I woke up, but not to worry…Scott would take me to work with him and I could hang out downtown. I woke up around 8, but just lay in bed, resting and listening to the birds chirp. I heard Scott get into the shower. He was in the shower for a good hour. I couldn’t believe it! I reached over to my purse and retrieved my Blackberry. Wait ’til Conrado hears this! I sent Conrado this email:
“Conrado, you’re not going to believe this. Scott has been in the shower for at least an hour! Omigosh, what a clean freak!!! Don’t tell him I told you. I’ll see you later for lunch. Hope you’re having a good day at work. Thanks for letting me stay here with you. I’m having a good time already. Love, Catch.”
Finally, the flowing shower water ceases. The bathroom door opens. I shout out, “Hey Scott!”
To my horror, my friend responds, “Hey Catch. It’s me, Conrado. Yeah, I’m kinda late for work.”
Oh no! “Umm, Conrado. I…uh….sent you an email. You can just ignore it when you get to work.”
Conrado, if you’re reading this. Omigosh you take such long showers! Thank you, Scott and Conrado for hosting me in Seattle. I had an amazing, relaxing time. I want to come again in December. Get ready!
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