So it all started when my bud Vikrimjit picked me up from Spokane to take me to Seattle, and we ended up turning around at Vantage and heading to Pullman because being true to his character he had forgotten his passport.  For those of you that aren’t so familiar with Washington State we drove for a little over five hours to go the distance of about 70 miles or so.  Just a warning.  If you’re ever going anywhere important or far away and then look to your left to see this:

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quiz him and be sure that he is fully prepared to flee the country.  He probably wants to but isn’t.  This docile looking Punjabi would be at best the partial cause of lots more unnecissary driving during this trip.  The cool thing was that we went to Rico’s Pub, which is a bar in Pullman something over a hundred years old that we used to hang out at a lot.  Hadn’t changed much.

In the morning we drove from Pullman to Bellingham, which is near the border and met with Shammi & Rie, afterwich we proceeded to the greener pastures of Canada.  Here’s a cool photo of a peak on Snoqualmie Pass that I took from the car on the way.

We picked up this other wack Punjab named Gurri and then went to our Buddy Jay´s house to Prefunk.

I forgot that I was the only white guy there until just now when I put up this pic.  Then we went to a ghetto club on Granville Avenue which I got into for free and checked my coat for free because I tried paying in pesos.

This was a good start to the night.  As you can see from these photos everything was great.

Until Guree & Rie had some glowing, green mixed drink that turned them into flesh-eating zombies.

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I think Shammi gave it to them and made them to terrible things, but I´m not really sure what.  I don´t trust that guy.  Thank god Guree and Rie slept it off and couldn´t remember what they had done in the morning.Â

There was one girl with us who was a total floozy and was hooking up with all the guys.  Her name is Rie.

 
Rie hookin´up with Guree         Rie hookin´up with Shammi

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Rie hookin´up with Vik

As you can see from these pictures she just couldn´t make up here mind.  (Actually, she´s a really sweet girl and would never actually consider getting involved with any bad, bad types like us.)

  The next day is a blur (no, I wasn´t hung over) of sitting in Indian restuarants and eating and talking.  We got caught up in this and did it for so long that we forgot that our Punjabi driver and navigator had no idea what they were doing and left way too late to get into the Cambie, a really rad bar that was also the only one that didn´t cost like fifty dollars or more to get into that night.  So we spent the New Year in line outside the bar, which isn´t really so bad all in all but we still began to torment Vik the driver because of it.

 The prospects for the night were looking pretty dull since we weren´t willing to fork out exhorbitant amounts of money to get into a club and for some reason it´s illegal to sell alcohol in British Columbia after 10pm, even on New Year´s Eve.

We did manage to infiltrate a private Japanese party and had tea and scones.Â

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   So we were a little put out about the way New Year´s Eve had gone…

But then Guree got his hands on one of those New Year kazoo flapper thingies, which he vetted his frustration at towards everything in the street for about two hours, which was a rather entertaining spectacle.Â

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You can see here that Vik has finally cracked from all the ridicule we gave him for making us miss the New Year.  Don´t worry about him though.  Shammie took him into his lap and rocked him and sang him lullabies and he´s all better now.

So the first morning of the New Year before we headed out we stopped at Jay´s Little Caesars to have pizza.

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We made Vik beg for his pizza.

And it was back to Seattle after that.  Vik, Rie, and I spent the day at the Seattle aquiarium, which was pretty cool.  They had reversed the order that you go through it since I had last been there and the lobby was closed, I´m not sure if temporarily or not.

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This sequence of photos showing Vik sneaking up behind Rie shows without a doubt that he is a creep.

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Vik creeped up on this octopus too and it attacked him, hopefully teaching him a good lesson.  When I saw what was going on I had to rescue him.  He was my driver, after all.

 

Later that night we met up with Heather and went to a bar in West Seattle.

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Vancouver is still one of my favorite cities in the world and I always love going there.  Even though things didn´t really go as planned it was really great spending the New Year with some good friends hanging out and eating delicious food.Â

 PS You can see the complete photo set for this trip by clicking here.  I finally put up all the pics, so yo