Rachel/Wilson's First Outing: A Belated Tale of Sunshine and Seattle

On the first day of legitimate sunshine, Megan and I decided to take our volleyball friend out for the day. After going to a training session for the Frye, I met Megan and Rachel/Wilson for lunch. I brought with me a fellow gallery guide, also named Rachel - things quickly became strange and we decided to refer to the volleyball as Wilson to make things less confusing. This choice also diminished our creepiness factor, if only slightly.

The four of us walked up and down the whole length of Broadway, trying to decide on a restaurant, something that works better when someone has an opinion they are willing to voice. This was not the case.

Eventually, we overcame our indecision and had a lovely meal outside of Julia's, where we were waited on constantly by at least four different employees. Either they wanted to make sure we weren't forgotten or our main waitress just kept telling her coworkers to go check out the table with three girls and an anthropomorphized volleyball.


After lunch the human Rachel left us and we continued our walk down Broadway while deciding what to do next.

The thing about carrying Rachel/Wilson around is that you tend to forget she's there, much like a purse or shopping bag. So walking down the street several people stared oddly at us (not too frequently though, remember, this was Capitol Hill) and we wouldn't have a clue why we were attracting such attention. Then we would remember that we're nonchalantly crossing the street with Rachel's visage on a volleyball under my arm.

In this manner we walked down to the waterfront, where we sat and discussed our lives, boys, etc. Rachel sat there in smug silence.


Then we found an antique shop to play in.


Megan found a bunch of street signs and looked for one she might want, but none were from an appropriate neighborhood.

We also placed Rachel/Wilson on the scale of eternal judgment, but I'm not really sure what the results mean. She might be a witch, but there were no waterfowl about for comparison.


The three of us continued down the waterfront almost to the sketchy dock area, then up through Pioneer Square and caught a bus-thing back to downtown. (This may or may not have been a light rail: it lived underground.)

Trekking back towards Megan's apartment we discovered a brand new Forever 21 had opened where Old Navy used to be. It then became a necessity that we explore said store (Rachel would have wanted it that way). There were many clothes. There was also much chaos and no bathroom. Three floors of clothes and no bathroom - how is that a good idea Forever 21, how?

Despite all the chaos, Megan and I both managed to find cute clothes to buy. Rachel/Wilson lacked her namesake's characteristic skill and helpfulness in this department.

All in all it was a surprisingly eventful day. Rachel/Wilson was completely worn out and took a nap in my car while Megan and I went to the bookstore. She needed to rest and recuperate for our next adventure...