Bloodyminded in Bellevue

For lunch today the whole team trooped over to a burger joint on the other side of Bellevue. We'd heard a lot about it and how wonderful it was. I'd looked at the menu and discovered it sold the wonderful concoction 'dork' (a blend of duck and pork) and was entranced and enthused. I might not be able to eat meat, but I'm excited at the many and varied ways people can think of to serve it up.

Like driving on ice

They don't salt the roads in Seattle, because the run-off would pollute the water and harm the fishing industries. Which is good for the environment and the salmon, but it means that with a little bit of snow like today, the roads get rather slippery.

Raining in Bellevue

It's been chucking it down all day, but sadly unlike the well-tempered rain of Singapore, Bellevue's precipitation doesn't cease at a sensible time in the late afternoon.

Toothpaste

This evening I went shopping in Bellevue, in hunt of prosaic things.

Getting The Fear

Today has been a series of terrors for me. It started with the trilling of the telephone in my room, striking fear into my heart. But I shouldn't have been scared; it wasn't the end of the world, just time to get out of bed. Which is sort of the end of the world, but with fresh pancakes.

Karaoke in Bellevue

This evening we went out for a few drinks after work, and I made the mistake of drinking nothing but club sodas. This meant by midnight when everyone else had reached a healthy level of inebriation, I was still stone cold sober, which meant when I started drinking I was really storing up trouble for myself.

Paranoid

We worked on our presentation until 11:30 this evening, which meant I didn't get a chance to go running. Instead I just skulked back to the hotel before I might turn into a pumpkin.

Worn Out

Today I got up early, still feeling noxious from the pizza, and walked to the office with my prehistoric laptop. Then I spent thirteen hours bashing away at a powerpoint presentation, stopping only for meetings and phone calls with people who were all set to FULL VOLUME. Which was nice.

Out and about in Bellevue

It was sunny in Bellevue all day, the kind of bright, crisp day that could make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.

Swollen up in Bellevue

To get over the jet lag from flying coast to coast, I went for a quick run this evening with a work colleague. It was a short run (less than 3 miles) but pretty swift (5 minute kilometres). Then again, perhaps running that fast meant I couldn't run very far. That, or because I didn't drink three pints of beer seven hours earlier, I was lacking the vital energy required.