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| A body in rest tends to stay in rest; a body in motion tends to stay in locomotion. |
// Due to fog, our 8:30 AM seaplane was delayed until the afternoon. This was rather frustrating due to the the fact that the day before was Seafair and we had spent the entire day funneling champagne out of an undisclosed organ while watching (and feeling) the Blue Angels thunder overhead.
// We strolled to the Space Needle which came with a free digital picture, complete with several 1992 Photoshop backdrop choices. Upon doing a rotation of the Space Needle and listening to an overweight clubfooted troll's rants about her supposed vertigo, Sydney and I professionally walked through the splendors of Pikes Market. We partook in an intense caffeine intake and watched the herds of tourists from our stools to the tune of nearby banjo player.
// Finally airborne after another delay (this time due to Blue Angel's monopoly of airspace), we took-off over quirky houseboats towards Victoria. Flying over the San Juan Islands, a nuclear submarine being escorted by the marines, and endlessly diverse terrain we scoot into Victoria Harbor just in time to catch the Sunday Market. Among the typical tourist crafts, was local artist Misha Smart. Inspired by her dad's stained glass work and with similar style of the woodblock (which is fitting due to the Asian influence in the area ) combined with indian ink, her work stood out. 
// Meandered down Johnson Street and popped into Zydeco Gifts. Unfortunately, they were sold out of Batman rubber duckies but had a fine selection of Unicorn ones and other shit-you-don't-need-but-want. Ate a dozen Fanny Bay oysters sans condiments due to absolute perfection, complimented by a bottle of white Bordeaux (you can cork the rest if YOU can't finish it).
[SDNTE: People eating grilled corn on glorious sailboat docked in front of the Empress hotel entertained by the miniature inflated boat tooting around with two Scottish terriers aboard. Rafters and dog both sporting lifevests. ]
// Drank wine out of the bottle while digging some psychedelic poetry. Awkwardly filled up water glass from faucet during reading and felt like a hipster jackass amongst the dreaded earthbeings. Talked about the usage of mushrooms as containers, thought about the alternate usage of mushrooms in this community...
//After walking all the way to Japanese Village and getting turned away by tired and self-dooting hostess, we were well received by friendly non-Italian hostess for late dining of calamari and mussels.
//As a part of my on going experiment to test the friendliness of areas, (overly greet passers-by while running with shit-eating grin, tally response) ran the Bayside Trail across Johnson St. Bridge towards West Bay Marine Village, past several small parks and an artistic representation by a pirate on acid of his ship on Black Muddy River. Continue down past towards the marina, heading down Head Street and check out the Sea House.
//Took the bus to the acclaimed (why?) Butchart Gardens. Summary: the names of the roses are the most interesting thing about these gardens besides the diversity of monotonous, bitching wives and their droning husbands. Tip: if you're a desperate housewife looking to have an affair with an average, balding Canadian go here. Instead of wasting your day, look at the flowers off your balcony, rent a scooter and create some chaos in the quaint areas near the Parliament.
Think Tall Dong Bong (and comes in men's preference as well)
Pikes Place (chef demonstrations and complimentary small plates)
Local Color Art Cafe
Gregory Paul
Kenmore seaplane (ask to ride in the co-captain seat)
Victoria Sunday Market (live music, local artisans, near Chinatown)
Misha Smart, Artist (Town of Victoria Summer banners artisan)
Hokusai's Great Wave (duh)
Swan Hotel (live music every night, art boutique hotel, studios with balcony/ kitchen)
Zydeco Gifts (bad ass store of curiousities)
Nautical Nellies (happy hour oysters, outdoor seating)
Solstice Cafe (Psychedelic Poetry, BYOB from Liquor Store across the st, Greek Salad)
Il Terrazzo (wine by the carafe, great seafood, outdoor seating fireplaces/heaters, great mood)
Japanese Village (They close at 10, be wary!)
Empress Hotel (Have a cocktail at the Bengal lounge)
Sea House 468 Head St
Butchart Gardens
CVS Bus + Ticket to Butchart (get yourself a good nap)
[SDNOTE: While proceeding to Dong Bong champagne at SeaFare on a 1980's Searay with co-boaters Poison and Teeny Bopper, I was caught off-guard by middle school girls watergun shots to the face. My ability to defend was confounded by the fact that the Blue Angels were booming overhead in firework formations radiating lasting vibrations through the boat. Thus ending in defeat.]
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