Sweet Daddy Tiki and Tiki A. Moaikingbird are Lost in Paradise - Tiki Travel

SDT Sweet Daddy Tiki Tiki Socialite Edmonton Joined: Jul 20, 2003 Posts: 1113	SDT Sweet Daddy Tiki Posted posted on Tue, Jul 31, 2007 7:21 PM Day 6 - Vancouver to Seattle Peter was nice enough to organize Sunday brunch for us out-of-towners at Subees, a cavernous restaurant with crazy art, like chandeliers made from irons. l to r: Tikiwahine's mum, Peter's mum (i think), Peter, Elicia, Todd. Mimi Tikiwahine, DrunkenMunky, baby Jasmine Then on to Funhauser for an open house with libations. I opted for the Havana Club-free kind, as it's probably not prudent to arrive at the US border reeking of rum, Cuban or otherwise. Peter bought some of the buttons we made to sell in his store, nearly covering our costs. The top two are my crappy sketches, the others are by Gary. The goalie has tiki goal pads. Alan and Peter A Seattle friend of Dawn Fraser's (sorry, dude, forgot your name). More Seattle tiki-ites, names also expunged from the memory banks. We followed Elicia, Todd and Mimi to the US border. "Brethren dwelling together in unity" (Peace Arch) Traffic was backed up for about a hour. The dogbytes party was waved through after some perfunctory questions. Gary & I were directed to the border station where we had our car searched. Our orange and four apples were confiscated and I had to explain to the border guy why we were bringing tiki mugs into the country (going against my rule of never talking tiki to the "normals"). He was also curious about the bags of buttons we had with us, and I had to explain to him that "sdt" stood for Sweet Daddy Tiki, my login name on some geeky tiki-lovers' forum. He was a nice, older guy and was satisfied with our explanation. The whole process took maybe a half-hour and was spiced up by a shouting match between a 14-year old girl (with toddler) and her mother. We were on our way before we could find out if it would evolve into a full-on Jerry Springer-style white trash disfunctional family chair-flinging party. Arriving in Seattle: Let's just say that Gary and I shouldn't enter The Amazing Race. We did get to see a lot of neighbourhoods up close, some of them quite nice. -Sweet Daddy T. Because crap doesn't buy itself. My new blog [ Edited by: Sweet Daddy Tiki 2007-07-31 19:30 ]

Day 6 - Vancouver to Seattle

Peter was nice enough to organize Sunday brunch for us out-of-towners at Subees, a cavernous restaurant with crazy art, like chandeliers made from irons.

l to r: Tikiwahine's mum, Peter's mum (i think), Peter, Elicia, Todd.

Mimi

Tikiwahine, DrunkenMunky, baby Jasmine

Then on to Funhauser for an open house with libations. I opted for the Havana Club-free kind, as it's probably not prudent to arrive at the US border reeking of rum, Cuban or otherwise. Peter bought some of the buttons we made to sell in his store, nearly covering our costs.

The top two are my crappy sketches, the others are by Gary. The goalie has tiki goal pads.

Alan and Peter

A Seattle friend of Dawn Fraser's (sorry, dude, forgot your name).

More Seattle tiki-ites, names also expunged from the memory banks.

We followed Elicia, Todd and Mimi to the US border.

"Brethren dwelling together in unity" (Peace Arch)

Traffic was backed up for about a hour. The dogbytes party was waved through after some perfunctory questions. Gary & I were directed to the border station where we had our car searched. Our orange and four apples were confiscated and I had to explain to the border guy why we were bringing tiki mugs into the country (going against my rule of never talking tiki to the "normals"). He was also curious about the bags of buttons we had with us, and I had to explain to him that "sdt" stood for Sweet Daddy Tiki, my login name on some geeky tiki-lovers' forum. He was a nice, older guy and was satisfied with our explanation. The whole process took maybe a half-hour and was spiced up by a shouting match between a 14-year old girl (with toddler) and her mother. We were on our way before we could find out if it would evolve into a full-on Jerry Springer-style white trash disfunctional family chair-flinging party.

Arriving in Seattle: Let's just say that Gary and I shouldn't enter The Amazing Race. We did get to see a lot of neighbourhoods up close, some of them quite nice.

-Sweet Daddy T.
Because crap doesn't buy itself.

My new blog

[ Edited by: Sweet Daddy Tiki 2007-07-31 19:30 ]

Post #322422 by Sweet Daddy Tiki on Tue, Jul 31, 2007 7:21 PM