No. That’s not a greyscale filter. That’s a picture from Seattle.
A bunch of Lorons and I made the trip to Seattle the weekend before last to be present for Micheal and Jasmine’s wedding. The wedding itself was on Orcas Island – which was a great call because Orcas Island is a beautiful place with a surprising number of fun things to do on it.
Waiting for the ferry to take us to Orcas, we drank $4 coffee while playing Apples to Apples. Our party was quite large – a lot of people from the Stanford came up for the wedding: Brendan, Wampler, Eric Sun, Carol, Doougles, Henry, Can, Seantime, Joanna, and myself.
Rather than get gouged at the hotel the wedding party was staying in, a bunch of us rented a house on the other side of the island. The above picture was taken a block away from where the house was located. In the same place at night, it was so dark that we were able to see the Milky Way.
Doug, Can, and I splintered apart from the rest of the group the day of the wedding to have a completely perfect day (suckers). Not having to be present for any grooming, rehearsal, or getting-readiness, we had most of the day to ourselves. We set out with the plan of renting kayaks and getting out on the water. As we were driving along the road looking for a place to rent kayaks from, Doug mentioned that he was hungry. Around the next turn we saw a sign “Cafe: Open” with a big arrow pointing the way. Juice! We ate brunch at this beautiful restaurant that was perched on the edge of a hill, with a view of the sound. Some dude in the gift shop who was pretending not to be a hick mountain yahoo by wearing a t-shirt outlining the T4 Bacteriophage Genome (you’ve not fooling anyone, buddy) gave us directions to the only place on the island that rented kayaks by the hour. We got out on the water for a couple of hours – it was the best feeling. The weather was perfect and the area we were kayaking in was easily as gorgeous as the best places in Hawaii. We saw flying fish and starfish: orange ones and purple ones. It was totally sweet. We drove back to the house shirtless listening to reggae music (“iz de sound of de island mon!”)
Coming back from kayaking. Awesome!
Wedding rehearsal
At the wedding I played the auspicious role of music-holder for the violinists. At the end of the ceremony Doougles and I started playing rock-paper-scissors. Eric Sun started kicking me. Turns out I’m not a very good music-holder.
Social dancing never seemed to be a Wampler sort of thing to me, but I guess she really wanted to show off her rock step. Sara and I invented a rock-paper-scissors step (loser gets twirled) that I was quite pleased with – the only problem is that ties throw you off the 1st beat.
PS – Sometimes it seems like everyone eats fried shrimp heads but me.
Don’t feel too bad John… I HATE fried shrimp heads..
I looked up someones crotch. It wasnt pretty. My mother loves fried shrimp heads. I hate them. Burn in hell, EVIL SHRIMP!