Cherish here!
I got a new motorcycle!! It's a Honda Saber 750 and I'm pretty excited about it. I hurt my leg pretty badly starting my old KL600 yesterday and so I'm extra happy to have an electric start. The locking gas cap is another plus, we couldn't find one for my KLR, and I just don't trust those Everett people to not steal my gas while I'm in class.
It's pretty great but when I took it for a spin I stalled it at a stop sign and then it tipped over. It was pretty embarassing but I've noticed that whenever I tip a bike there's always at least one fellow motorcyclist who rushes over to help me, and inevitably it's a man. I'm not saying that's not a good thing, because generally dropping my bike leaves me incredibly flustered and stressed. It's a stressful thing. Anyway, I made it home, and now I have a new bike and brilliant plans for some more great custom stuff!
Yesterday my wonderful boyfriend and I went kayaking (and swimming in his case) at Lake Ki! Coincedentally we also decided to keep our kayaking excursions to rivers and the slough. It turns out that lakes are really boring because there's not really that much to explore. It was fun though. As you can see by the photo, we were having a hot and sunny day and there was no way I was going outdoors without as much skin covered as possible. You'll see me fashionably sporting a thin button up shirt and a wonderfully outdoorsy hat, minimally worrying about potential damage from the sun.
Before all our adventuring we started out the morning with a trip to our local Henry's Donuts. We took our usual seats in the corner and I had my usual chocolate cream filled and his donut of the day was an apple fritter. We sat and talked and drank our milks to the tune of the cars passing by. When we were done we played some pinball on the old carnival pinball machine which is one of my favorite parts of the little shop.
Then we went to value village and did some shopping. I got a fantastic jacket for ten dollars and a bag of loose fabrics for three dollars, I'm quite excited to see what I can make out of it. We spent a little while trying on silly clothes and buying maybe more than we needed to. I have a great mug now just for my tea. I've always wanted my own unique mug. And it's the sort of ugly mug that I don't have to worry about anyone else in my house using. It was a lot of fun.
Soon enough though, Riley had work and I had other plans. I headed down to Cafe Zippy's LLC to check out the local poetry scene which apparently is pretty good. They had a featured poet, Priya Keefe, whose name sounded familiar to me, though I don't know why. She's from Seattle I guess, her poems were local and talked about things I know which made me happy. It was really cool to hear all of the poetry there, things people had written themselves and had nowhere else to share it. It was really intimate. And it was all sorts of people and they all seemed to be regulars and know each other. I was so happy to be a part of it even for a little while.
Now Zippy's is a cool little music/poetry cafe with all sorts of organic snacks and healthy drinks. It's cozy. The seating is a hodgepodge of mismatched wooden chairs and tables with the occasional couch or cushy chair and the walls are decorated with giant prints of underwater photographs and abstract flower paintings. Usually, when the owner is there, a black and white dalmatian roams the cafe like he owns it. And I guess he does. After all, the whole establishment is named after him.
Two poets really stuck out in my head. The first was a tall young man with thick rimmed glasses. He did two metaphors and an english sonnet. Each one ended with him kissing someone. In the first one, which I liked best, he compared "you" to a saxaphone, with a waist of keys and ended it with his lips on "your" mouthpiece. It was pretty hilarious. The second guy was an old biker whose poem was entitled, The Revolution Will Be Televised. With his well chosen words he painted a world where Revolution is the ultimate brand and everything was Revolution TM. I can't really portray what he did, I can't do it justice.
The worst part of open mic night is knowing I'll never hear the poems again.
Cherish out.
It's pretty great but when I took it for a spin I stalled it at a stop sign and then it tipped over. It was pretty embarassing but I've noticed that whenever I tip a bike there's always at least one fellow motorcyclist who rushes over to help me, and inevitably it's a man. I'm not saying that's not a good thing, because generally dropping my bike leaves me incredibly flustered and stressed. It's a stressful thing. Anyway, I made it home, and now I have a new bike and brilliant plans for some more great custom stuff!
Before all our adventuring we started out the morning with a trip to our local Henry's Donuts. We took our usual seats in the corner and I had my usual chocolate cream filled and his donut of the day was an apple fritter. We sat and talked and drank our milks to the tune of the cars passing by. When we were done we played some pinball on the old carnival pinball machine which is one of my favorite parts of the little shop.
Then we went to value village and did some shopping. I got a fantastic jacket for ten dollars and a bag of loose fabrics for three dollars, I'm quite excited to see what I can make out of it. We spent a little while trying on silly clothes and buying maybe more than we needed to. I have a great mug now just for my tea. I've always wanted my own unique mug. And it's the sort of ugly mug that I don't have to worry about anyone else in my house using. It was a lot of fun.
Now Zippy's is a cool little music/poetry cafe with all sorts of organic snacks and healthy drinks. It's cozy. The seating is a hodgepodge of mismatched wooden chairs and tables with the occasional couch or cushy chair and the walls are decorated with giant prints of underwater photographs and abstract flower paintings. Usually, when the owner is there, a black and white dalmatian roams the cafe like he owns it. And I guess he does. After all, the whole establishment is named after him.
Two poets really stuck out in my head. The first was a tall young man with thick rimmed glasses. He did two metaphors and an english sonnet. Each one ended with him kissing someone. In the first one, which I liked best, he compared "you" to a saxaphone, with a waist of keys and ended it with his lips on "your" mouthpiece. It was pretty hilarious. The second guy was an old biker whose poem was entitled, The Revolution Will Be Televised. With his well chosen words he painted a world where Revolution is the ultimate brand and everything was Revolution TM. I can't really portray what he did, I can't do it justice.
The worst part of open mic night is knowing I'll never hear the poems again.
Cherish out.
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