Seattle is airplane country. Boeing’s headquarters is here, which means any time you look up at the sky, you’re likely to see a brand new jet on its test flight. You’re also likely to see hundreds of general aviation aircraft zipping through the skies, as well as the seaplanes that make up Kenmore Air‘s fleet. I remember a time, before the threat of terrorism became too serious, that my dad and I would head out to the airport to watch the planes. Back then, we could get up closer that you can now. Planespotting was something my dad and I could always bond over.
Now, when I have the urge to be around airplanes, but don’t have a ticket to go anywhere, I can head over to the Museum of Flight. The museum provides visitors with excellent exhibitions on the origins of flight, as well as an exhibit centered around space exploration. Retired aircraft hang from the ceiling for everyone to enjoy. They’ve just completed their Aviation Pavilion, where visitors can get up close and personal with some amazing aircraft. I just came from the Members’ Preview, and they have done am AMAZING job putting this all together. The Aviation Pavilion opens to the public on June 25th. Boeing’s first 747-100 is on display, which visitors can enter. It isn’t set up like a passenger jet, as it only made test flights. The same goes for the Boeing 787-8 on display. Visitors can also step inside a retired British Airways Concorde, which was the fastest passenger jet ever in service. Docents are always on hand to answer questions about the various aircraft on display.
I’ve been to the museum several times, and still haven’t seen everything yet. Every time I go, I see something new and interesting. If you live in the Seattle area, or visit several times a year, I suggest purchasing a membership. It ends up paying for itself, if you are an aviation geek like me and would like to go back a couple of times. I have the lowest tier of membership, and I can always bring a guest for free. Members also get 15% off at the gift shop, and I never leave empty-handed. If you haven’t been to Seattle yet, definitely put this on the top of your list of places to visit.
I remember when I was younger, and I would always dream of having a fleet of beautiful cars, a mansion or two, and anything else that I could ever possibly desire. I don’t know if I can attribute this to age, but I desire the exact opposite now. I’m looking for simplicity in life, with as few headaches as possible.
I decided to sell my car, purchase a bike, and rely on Seattle’s public transportation system to get me where I need to go. This is also motivating me to get off my lazy ass and get myself back into shape. I thought I was going to be super fit living in Seattle. There are beautiful parks all around, miles of trails right outside my backdoor. I always opt for the lazy route.
I can’t wait to fully embrace this new lifestyle, and share my experiences. It’s been 2 weeks, and I don’t have any regrets yet.
Breakfast is often heralded as the most important meal of the day. In the Columbia City neighborhood of Seattle sits Geraldine’s Counter. When I moved here, I did a Google search for the ‘best breakfast joints in Seattle’, and this was the first one to come up. It’s a trendy little place with vibrant colors, delicious food, and wonderful staff. If you don’t get there right when they open (8am), you may have to wait a while for an open booth or a spot at the counter.
Helpings are generous and the food is great. I usually go for the Counter Special, which is a huge helping of two eggs cooked however you like, hash browns, and toast. Their pancakes and French toast are also phenomenal. Oh, and for something really hearty, don’t miss their biscuits and gravy.
If you find yourself in Seattle for any length of time, make your way to Geraldine’s. You won’t regret it.
Ok, I’m always on the lookout. I spend my days usually making guys uncomfortable by staring them down; undressing them with my eyes. I just can’t help myself. I have even found myself whistling and shouting things like, “Hey stud,” from my car window as I drive down the street. It’s getting out of hand, and I need to stop.
What I really need is a steady boyfriend. I don’t want to move in with someone right away, of course. However, it would be nice to find someone to cook meals with, go on walks, have adult sexual encounters, smooch, and talk to. Just the other day, I finally decided to reach out to someone whom I thought was flirting with me. He was a handsome Starbucks barista. He had a warm smile, and seemed genuinely interested in how my day was going. I had obviously just rolled out of bed. My hair was a mess (not sex hair), glasses instead of contacts, and slippers rather than actual adult shoes. I was basically a hot mess. I was certain that the barista was flirting with me, just from the small talk we were having.
Like a good little stalker, I planted myself at that Starbucks every single day. “This will get his attention,” I thought to myself. Sadly, he wasn’t there. For a brief moment, I thought he might be one of those sparkly vampires from Twilight, and he had to take some days off to go hunt for animals so he wouldn’t face the risk of biting me. Finally, a week after our fateful encounter, he was back. We chatted even more. He smiled at me in a way that made me think I was pregnant with his child. Then, I remembered I’m a guy, so I can’t get pregnant.
I decided to be somewhat bold, so I scribbled a cute little note on a piece of paper and handed it to his boss. I asked her to discreetly give it to him after I left for the day. As I peeled out of the parking lot, I saw her walk over to him with the note.
Two days have passed since I passed the note along, like a 14 year old school girl. No reply. Is it possible that my gay-dar is broken? I have such a hard time telling with some guys, even though I’ve been a homosexual since 1982 (the year I was born). Did I miss something in the growing process that kept me from honing this important internal gay-detection system? Of course, there could be other reasons. Perhaps he’s already in a relationship, although most of the guys I encounter have a boyfriend and a few pieces on the side. Maybe he’s not in a good place for a relationship.
I’m not upset by it, but I do wonder sometimes if I can fix my gay-dar. It has let me down a few times too many. I’ll just keep doing what I do best: staring the hotties down, and using the skills I learned from reading The Secret to see if I can will the Universe to make something happen.