I'm completely surrounded by assholes!

Yesterday was the first full day in Seattle, and it fecking rocked. After I managed to crawl out of my bunk and make it downstairs to the safety of the totally non-existent or illegal smoking room in the hostel, I decided to spend the morning constructively, by lounging on the sofa in the common room watching Spaceballs. I then sloped off to Jonny Rockets for a burger, not realising it would be big enough to fill Rick Waller...

The afternoon consisted of a visit to Kurt Cobain's old house, and the graves of Bruce and Brandon Lee and Jimi Hendrix. How we managed to squeeze 10 people in to an SUV for 7 I'm not sure, but the police didn't seem to care so it can't have been that illegal.

We got back to the hostel in time for open mic night loaded down with beers, and after a few hours drinking in the hostel ended up in a few bars. By 'we' I mean me, Dan, and some girls whose name I can't remember but I know they came on the dead guy tour. Somehow we managed to end up in a bar with poledancers dancing to Van Halen. It's a weird place, Seattle.