Let's see, there was me, Mr. Fu, Jon, Timmo, Masem, Sylvester and Chris, and we went to Seattle Center. Of the seven of us, only Timmo, Sly, Masem and I wanted to go up the Space Needle. The $13 ticket price was a big factor in why we didn't all go. We bought our tickets, then got to the security desk. The security guard searched my bags (aargh, stupid 9-11 overreacting) and took my Swiss Army knife (aaaargh, REALLY STUPID 9-11 overreacting!) What the hell am I gonna do in the Space Needle with a knife? Hijack it and crash it into a plane? Whittle the Space Needle down to a nub?
Oh, I suppose I could attack somebody, but hell, I could do that anywhere. Like, say, on the bus to downtown. Nobody gave a damn about my knife on the bus.
The view, btw, was lovely. Mt. Rainier was impressive as ever, if a tad obscured by haze. I also saw Mt. Baker, and looking down, I saw the Experience Music Center, a big multicolored blobby thing.
Catchphrases from this trip so far: "WannaHAM!" "Shuuuufflebooooooooard!"