crossed and we ate at McAlister’s, that I miss, many times together. Then as commonly happens in college we drifted apart only to be pulled back together by more mutual friends. This time in the shape of Dustin Hunter Moore. Seeing as Brad and Dustin are BFF and we all love each other we hung out pretty much nonstop. Also during college from the porch of my apartment I could look onto Susanne’s porch and actually into her living room which I did not do because that would be creepy. Well, I would check to see if she was home, but that is as creepy as it got. Anyway Ms. Susanne took a job in Seattle so we worked her into our trip. Now that you know the story… we arrived at her apartment in Kent, Washington just on the outskirts of Seattle between five and six in the evening. It was really nice to see another Booney. We hugged and Brad and I met her dog Olive. She did not realize until after she had moved, but Kent is not the nicest place. There are nice parts and her apartment is nice but she wants to move as soon as her lease is up. She woke up to someone kicking on her door the first week she lived there and within a week she had a dog. Although her dog, Olive oil, is cute and will bark to alarm her of an intruder that is about all she can do. She is about as ferocious as my sister’s yorkie-poo, Whaler. She did not want us to leave our packed car overnight due to recent break-ins and we were really happy that she thought of it and warned us unlike the centennial canoe people. She said one of the apartment managers has a "gat" and has her back. I did not know what a gat was until this conversation. Gat = gun. I know she was half-heartedly joking but the apartment manager did tell her that she has a gun if she has any problems. Yikes is all I have to say to that. We had no troubles while we were staying here. There were some sketchy individuals wondering around the premises but luckily there were no random sketchy people inside her apartment. We waited for her boyfriend, whom she met out here, to get of work so we could take our car to his private road on a lake. Much safer. I was excited to meet her boyfriend and hang out with friends in general. We met kianoa, her boyfriend, don’t you just love his name. He is Japanese, American and Hawaiian. We decided that we should eat dinner since we were all four hungry. Japanese and sushi was where we ended up. The sushi was awesome and really fresh tasting. The weird thing about my sushi plate was that it was served with a blinking green plastic lime hidden in decorative rice noodles?!? This would have matched if there was techno music but they were playing a cool mix of 80’s and 90’s instead. There was a conveyer belt with traveling color-coded plates that traveled around the restaurant past the bar and all the tables within arms-length. You could just pick up food off the belt and eat it. I have never been to a restaurant like that. So it was a cross between a dinner, a disco, a really nice sushi place and a Japanese steakhouse with a Jetson’s twist. The food was really good though and I moved the plastic blinking lime from hidden in my food to my drink so my drink looked really cool too. Brad had the biggest culture shock that he has had the entire trip. They do not have shrimp sauce out here. It is only a southern thing I guess. The waiter and Kainoa had never even heard of it. Brad thought it was authentic Japanese and I think his feelings are a little hurt that shrimp sauce is not universal. Had he known he probably would have ordered something completely different. Now he knows. He talked about shrimp sauce and the lack there of for many hours to come and even randomly in the days to come. Following dinner Kainoa had to go back to his apartment for a while and the three Booneys went to Fred Meyers. Which is similar to an upscale Wal-Mart. Just as creepy as Wal-Mart but without the smiley faces and old greeters. We purchased some food for the days to come and perused the board game isle. Back in Boone we used to have game night so we thought we would do the same thing only in Seattle. Brad raised his hand saying he wanted the game Party Pooper. No one else was as enthusiastic about any particular game so Brad won. Party Pooper the game sounded fun enough but in actuality it is not the most fun game ever created. It was neat though. The purpose of the game was to see if any player could successfully guess whether all the other players would or would not do a certain thing. Some of the things were pretty funny and we learned that neither Susanne nor Kainoa would go to their niece's three-hour dance performance. Luckily for Grace both Brad and I said that we would. It is probably only because of Grace that we said yes to this. We would all take a helicopter on a rescue mission to Mt. Everest. Brad would not go to a hypnotist and everyone else would – I was wrong about Brad on this one. But I usually got the answers right and I collected a pile of green tokens. Brad was the only person to say that he would help the elderly learn how to browse the Internet. He is the best of us all and I knew he would be the only one to say yes! Then it was time to convert Susanne’s living room into our bedroom. We moved the coffee table and blew up our mattress and collected covers and pillows. And there we were with access to the bathroom and the kitchen and a bed in the middle of the floor. I think the dog liked this set up more than anyone else did.
To Seattle
Susanne is a friend that Brad and I share. We like to share things. I first met Susanne her freshman year at app. This was also my sophomore year. She was a friend of one of my college roommates, Ashley Horton. Therefore, our paths 
crossed and we ate at McAlister’s, that I miss, many times together. Then as commonly happens in college we drifted apart only to be pulled back together by more mutual friends. This time in the shape of Dustin Hunter Moore. Seeing as Brad and Dustin are BFF and we all love each other we hung out pretty much nonstop. Also during college from the porch of my apartment I could look onto Susanne’s porch and actually into her living room which I did not do because that would be creepy. Well, I would check to see if she was home, but that is as creepy as it got. Anyway Ms. Susanne took a job in Seattle so we worked her into our trip. Now that you know the story… we arrived at her apartment in Kent, Washington just on the outskirts of Seattle between five and six in the evening. It was really nice to see another Booney. We hugged and Brad and I met her dog Olive. She did not realize until after she had moved, but Kent is not the nicest place. There are nice parts and her apartment is nice but she wants to move as soon as her lease is up. She woke up to someone kicking on her door the first week she lived there and within a week she had a dog. Although her dog, Olive oil, is cute and will bark to alarm her of an intruder that is about all she can do. She is about as ferocious as my sister’s yorkie-poo, Whaler. She did not want us to leave our packed car overnight due to recent break-ins and we were really happy that she thought of it and warned us unlike the centennial canoe people. She said one of the apartment managers has a "gat" and has her back. I did not know what a gat was until this conversation. Gat = gun. I know she was half-heartedly joking but the apartment manager did tell her that she has a gun if she has any problems. Yikes is all I have to say to that. We had no troubles while we were staying here. There were some sketchy individuals wondering around the premises but luckily there were no random sketchy people inside her apartment. We waited for her boyfriend, whom she met out here, to get of work so we could take our car to his private road on a lake. Much safer. I was excited to meet her boyfriend and hang out with friends in general. We met kianoa, her boyfriend, don’t you just love his name. He is Japanese, American and Hawaiian. We decided that we should eat dinner since we were all four hungry. Japanese and sushi was where we ended up. The sushi was awesome and really fresh tasting. The weird thing about my sushi plate was that it was served with a blinking green plastic lime hidden in decorative rice noodles?!? This would have matched if there was techno music but they were playing a cool mix of 80’s and 90’s instead. There was a conveyer belt with traveling color-coded plates that traveled around the restaurant past the bar and all the tables within arms-length. You could just pick up food off the belt and eat it. I have never been to a restaurant like that. So it was a cross between a dinner, a disco, a really nice sushi place and a Japanese steakhouse with a Jetson’s twist. The food was really good though and I moved the plastic blinking lime from hidden in my food to my drink so my drink looked really cool too. Brad had the biggest culture shock that he has had the entire trip. They do not have shrimp sauce out here. It is only a southern thing I guess. The waiter and Kainoa had never even heard of it. Brad thought it was authentic Japanese and I think his feelings are a little hurt that shrimp sauce is not universal. Had he known he probably would have ordered something completely different. Now he knows. He talked about shrimp sauce and the lack there of for many hours to come and even randomly in the days to come. Following dinner Kainoa had to go back to his apartment for a while and the three Booneys went to Fred Meyers. Which is similar to an upscale Wal-Mart. Just as creepy as Wal-Mart but without the smiley faces and old greeters. We purchased some food for the days to come and perused the board game isle. Back in Boone we used to have game night so we thought we would do the same thing only in Seattle. Brad raised his hand saying he wanted the game Party Pooper. No one else was as enthusiastic about any particular game so Brad won. Party Pooper the game sounded fun enough but in actuality it is not the most fun game ever created. It was neat though. The purpose of the game was to see if any player could successfully guess whether all the other players would or would not do a certain thing. Some of the things were pretty funny and we learned that neither Susanne nor Kainoa would go to their niece's three-hour dance performance. Luckily for Grace both Brad and I said that we would. It is probably only because of Grace that we said yes to this. We would all take a helicopter on a rescue mission to Mt. Everest. Brad would not go to a hypnotist and everyone else would – I was wrong about Brad on this one. But I usually got the answers right and I collected a pile of green tokens. Brad was the only person to say that he would help the elderly learn how to browse the Internet. He is the best of us all and I knew he would be the only one to say yes! Then it was time to convert Susanne’s living room into our bedroom. We moved the coffee table and blew up our mattress and collected covers and pillows. And there we were with access to the bathroom and the kitchen and a bed in the middle of the floor. I think the dog liked this set up more than anyone else did.
crossed and we ate at McAlister’s, that I miss, many times together. Then as commonly happens in college we drifted apart only to be pulled back together by more mutual friends. This time in the shape of Dustin Hunter Moore. Seeing as Brad and Dustin are BFF and we all love each other we hung out pretty much nonstop. Also during college from the porch of my apartment I could look onto Susanne’s porch and actually into her living room which I did not do because that would be creepy. Well, I would check to see if she was home, but that is as creepy as it got. Anyway Ms. Susanne took a job in Seattle so we worked her into our trip. Now that you know the story… we arrived at her apartment in Kent, Washington just on the outskirts of Seattle between five and six in the evening. It was really nice to see another Booney. We hugged and Brad and I met her dog Olive. She did not realize until after she had moved, but Kent is not the nicest place. There are nice parts and her apartment is nice but she wants to move as soon as her lease is up. She woke up to someone kicking on her door the first week she lived there and within a week she had a dog. Although her dog, Olive oil, is cute and will bark to alarm her of an intruder that is about all she can do. She is about as ferocious as my sister’s yorkie-poo, Whaler. She did not want us to leave our packed car overnight due to recent break-ins and we were really happy that she thought of it and warned us unlike the centennial canoe people. She said one of the apartment managers has a "gat" and has her back. I did not know what a gat was until this conversation. Gat = gun. I know she was half-heartedly joking but the apartment manager did tell her that she has a gun if she has any problems. Yikes is all I have to say to that. We had no troubles while we were staying here. There were some sketchy individuals wondering around the premises but luckily there were no random sketchy people inside her apartment. We waited for her boyfriend, whom she met out here, to get of work so we could take our car to his private road on a lake. Much safer. I was excited to meet her boyfriend and hang out with friends in general. We met kianoa, her boyfriend, don’t you just love his name. He is Japanese, American and Hawaiian. We decided that we should eat dinner since we were all four hungry. Japanese and sushi was where we ended up. The sushi was awesome and really fresh tasting. The weird thing about my sushi plate was that it was served with a blinking green plastic lime hidden in decorative rice noodles?!? This would have matched if there was techno music but they were playing a cool mix of 80’s and 90’s instead. There was a conveyer belt with traveling color-coded plates that traveled around the restaurant past the bar and all the tables within arms-length. You could just pick up food off the belt and eat it. I have never been to a restaurant like that. So it was a cross between a dinner, a disco, a really nice sushi place and a Japanese steakhouse with a Jetson’s twist. The food was really good though and I moved the plastic blinking lime from hidden in my food to my drink so my drink looked really cool too. Brad had the biggest culture shock that he has had the entire trip. They do not have shrimp sauce out here. It is only a southern thing I guess. The waiter and Kainoa had never even heard of it. Brad thought it was authentic Japanese and I think his feelings are a little hurt that shrimp sauce is not universal. Had he known he probably would have ordered something completely different. Now he knows. He talked about shrimp sauce and the lack there of for many hours to come and even randomly in the days to come. Following dinner Kainoa had to go back to his apartment for a while and the three Booneys went to Fred Meyers. Which is similar to an upscale Wal-Mart. Just as creepy as Wal-Mart but without the smiley faces and old greeters. We purchased some food for the days to come and perused the board game isle. Back in Boone we used to have game night so we thought we would do the same thing only in Seattle. Brad raised his hand saying he wanted the game Party Pooper. No one else was as enthusiastic about any particular game so Brad won. Party Pooper the game sounded fun enough but in actuality it is not the most fun game ever created. It was neat though. The purpose of the game was to see if any player could successfully guess whether all the other players would or would not do a certain thing. Some of the things were pretty funny and we learned that neither Susanne nor Kainoa would go to their niece's three-hour dance performance. Luckily for Grace both Brad and I said that we would. It is probably only because of Grace that we said yes to this. We would all take a helicopter on a rescue mission to Mt. Everest. Brad would not go to a hypnotist and everyone else would – I was wrong about Brad on this one. But I usually got the answers right and I collected a pile of green tokens. Brad was the only person to say that he would help the elderly learn how to browse the Internet. He is the best of us all and I knew he would be the only one to say yes! Then it was time to convert Susanne’s living room into our bedroom. We moved the coffee table and blew up our mattress and collected covers and pillows. And there we were with access to the bathroom and the kitchen and a bed in the middle of the floor. I think the dog liked this set up more than anyone else did.
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