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Piaw knocked on the door. He had suggested that we meet at the motel room today. It seemed silly to meet on campus since he didn't have any classes. I had been up barely long enough to get dressed. Paul was up and about. Jimmy was still showering. Joon was still asleep. Piaw loudly mentioned that we would be able to get a move-on once Joon woke up. I pointed out that there was no point hurrying Joon, as Jimmy was still in the shower. (This trip didn't exactly cement my friendship with Piaw, except possibly in the cement galoshes context...)
Costas' on University serves a fine breakfast. I forget where we had planned to go on this day. But when we showed up Downtown, it turned out that on Saturdays, the next bus to whereever it was wasn't going to come along for another hour and a half. So we decided to go to Alki beach instead. Oboy.
The bus ride gave a view of industrial Seattle, including shipyards and the garbage incinerator. We rode through West Seattle, where the houses are all surrounded by lawns, but the grey skies render the whole place dreary. We arrived at the beach. It was very cold and very windy. We tried tossing the frisbee. It didn't work. Finally, we ran into the Alki Bakery (which is really a cafe, not to be confused with the Alki Cafe across the street, which is actually a restaurant) to have some coffee, pastry, and stay warm while waiting for the next bus out. I was sorry I had ever suggested the place. I hear that it's rather nice in the summer, though.
Looking West over the water, I saw an orange tinge to the air. It was too early for sunset, and didn't seem like a likely place for smog. Piaw claimed it was residual dust from Mt. St. Helens. I don't know whether or not to believe it, but I couldn't come up with a better explanation.
The bus back was heated. Probably the bus ride out had been heated, too, but I hadn't noticed at the time. The heat was very nice indeed.
Back in the U. district, we played pool for a while. At the start of the second game, the right lens fell out of my glasses. It turns out I had had a screw loose. Sigh. I found the screw, and packed the (unbroken) lens, along with the other pieces of my glasses into a pocket. And my pool game was ruined, as my depth perception is as naught without artificial help. So I played ping-pong, though not so well as usual.
We then went to the local expensive Japanese restaurant, called Tatsumi. They had good food, and plenty of it. We also noticed that they had a karaoke bar, open 'til 2am. Nothing was happening there at the time we finished dinner, but we planned to come back later in the evening.
Played some more ping-pong. My eyes bothered me, so I would stop to close them every once in a while.
At closing time (1am), we left the pool hall. We wandered down to the karaoke bar, only to find no activity inside. Jimmy, trying for a better look, walked through the restaurant to look into the bar area. He saw nothing and came back out. I noticed that a worried looking person from the kitchen had started to scurry out when they noticed Jimmy leaving, but I guess they figured we weren't trying to rob them.
On the way back to the motel, we figured out how to get back to the airport by bus. The taxi had cost us $40, this was going to cost less than $5.
Took the bus downtown, getting a two-zone pass, necessary since our ride would cover extra long distance. We looked for bus stops downtown, and also breakfast places. We made two discoveries: the 174 line doesn't run on Sundays, but the 194 does--it takes an extra 15 minutes (45 instead of 30). That wasn't so bad.
The bad thing is that there is no place to eat breakfast in Downtown Seattle Sunday morning before 11am. Which is when we were there. Paul got donuts. Seattle's Best Coffee(tm) runs a very designed cafe, charging a lot of money for some okay coffee.
The bus ride to the airport was uneventful, except that I worried a lot-- I thought that maybe we had the wrong kind of transfer (I was wrong) or that we had somehow misunderstood the bus maps so that we would end up far away from the airport (I was wrong).
The plane ride back wasn't quite uneventful, but it was close enough.