Stranded in Seattle

I helped a friend move to Seattle and after a two day drive we hit the town. We were a group of about five meeting some other people and we proceeded to drink more than a little. I was talking to the cutest biologist in the world and there is nothing sexier to me than a really cute guy who knows more than the discovery channel and studies the black footed albatross. Its that blend of cute/brains/MG driving/Seattle living that screams dinners! trips with friends! wool socks! backrubs! dancing shirts off with deep kisses! So I was hooked and a little drunk. So after the bar I am talking to ranger Rick at the top of the street while my group is walking down the hill to the car. That's when Ms. Manners steps in and I really thought that this guy was so great and even if I never see him again I do not want to be some trick in his eyes so withhold, deny and preserve some self imagined purity. Well whilst all this withholding, denying and preserving was going on my friends continued down the hill. So saying good-bye to a total hottie I run to the car. Well it was a stumble run. I had never been in Seattle before and we walked from bar to bar and I was drunk so a little confusion was had. I get to what I think was the right space. It had to be right? Well I was occupying the space formerly occupied by my ride. (Cut to camera spiraling upwards from my open mouth screaming Noooooooooo). So then its all about crisis control. I run back up the hill. Hottie and MG are gone gone gone. Now I am drunk, lost and without credit/bank card or cash. Hmmmm

No problem. Call information get the home number. Get a ride.

Ring: "Information"
" I would lichkes the numnber for Schtacy Marsceleesch pleasch"

What?

I would plaeach like the number for Stacey Marcelle.

What city?

Kirlkland! (remembered only because Cosco's home brand is from Kirkland I shit you not)

"At the customers request the number is not listed"

At this point I lose it at the pay phone by the KFC banging the damn phone again and again.

So I walk around. No clue where to go, no money, nothing.

I walk back to the club find a group of five guys walk up and say the following

"I am from out of town. My friends have left and I have no cash. I need cash to get a cab. It can come from one, all or none of you but I need to know now. Look at me. I obviously am telling the truth. I can take your address and pay you back but I need cab fare and I need it now"

30 bucks later I meet Patel and my Urdu comes in handy. "Where to?"; "Kirkland!!"; "What exit?" ;"Oh I'll tell you". So I chat him up and bless every Indian grad student and friend I ever had for giving me enough Indian bon mots to fill a long cab ride. I even know how to spell my name in Urdu (thanks to Nisha forever)

Every exit in Seattle looks the same. Ten thousand pines trees and a sliver of road.

Well I guessed and then ran out of money. I told Patel that I would walk since I knew I was close but he turned the meter off and we looked for another 15 minutes. By some random chance I managed to remember how to find the house which I had been to once and sober (which is like remembering how to get from the east village to Great Neck Long Island by goat).

Now this is the best part.

I walk in and Scott, Stacey and Trae are still drinking. Trae understands immediately and buries his face in his hands, Scott flashes his trademark smile and says "Oh my God we left you" and Stacey says "Hey Girl Want A Drink".

For that moment alone it was worth it.