Three years later... I'm loving Seattle. I'm running my own startup company, I'm a regular at a couple restaurants (with some secret off-the-menu specials), and in my spare time I run four or five different events all over the city.
A few months ago, the local parkour (PARKOUR!) gym was hosting a huge international competition. A bunch of my old parkour friends from the east coast were coming into town. One of them called me up and asked if he could stay in my apartment. "Of course you can!" I said.
Then he asked if our other friend could stay too. Definitely. Then on the way to the airport, the gym's head coach called and asked if I could pick up this kid from Mexico City. "Sure. Why not."
By the end of the day, I had 11 people sleeping in my apartment (and crammed into my 6-seater person hot tub). Which was almost as impressive as when we fit 5 people into "The Party Bus" (aka, a Car2Go).
(Pro tip: A Car2Go can't make it up Denny Hill with 5 people in it. Definitely found that out the hard way.)
In February I laid myself off, went to Palestine to mentor startups, traveled through Israel and China (managed to lose my passport in Israel. Ask me about that story!)
Came back to Seattle, did a stint as a consultant for the State of Washington. Just wrapped up that project and now finishing up writing a book about the experience.
Priceline.com had a... glitch... a few months back, and long story short, I have a big trip coming up in November. NYC, Milan, Prague, Paris, Bangkok. Then maybe Burma, India, Turkey, Egypt, and Morocco. All for $177. Glitches are the best.
If you catch me in Seattle, I prefer speakeasies and pubs over bars, eating tasty food over shitty food, and being outside over being inside.
Maybe we can go slacklining? Or juggling? Or to that awesome trampoline gym on the east side?
Sometimes I backflip because I'm happy. Sometimes because I'm sad. Sometimes I backflip on the Great Wall of China.
But more often, it's because backflips are actually legal tender in some places. On the way back from a surprise road trip to Portland, I was pretty hungry so we stopped at a Sonic. I wanted a banana split, but only had enough cash for my burger.
After a bit of arguing, an appeal to the manager, and maybe a little bit of flirting (okay, a lot of flirting), they agreed. If I could do a backflip out next to the road and get two cars to turn into the rest stop, they'd give me a free banana split.
Victory has never tasted SO good.
Food: Anything spicy. Last time I was at Thai Tom, the waitress asked how many stars I wanted, "1 through 5." I said 8 stars. She gasped and took a step back.
I'm pretty sure it was worth it, but the jury is still out on that one.
Ethiopian is also great. If you're weirded out by eating large piles of food with your hands whose ingredients you can't discern and names you can't pronounce, then move along. I'm not for you.
Midnight happy hour sushi isn't too shabby either. I know a place.
For example, I could live with having a pet monkey. I could also live with only having mexican food every day. I probably could not through a sharknado though.
But once I point them out, you'll start to see them everywhere. Promise.
Or sometimes I'm sitting on someone else's rooftop watching the city. Not unlike Batman.
You're athletic and can keep up - or force me to keep up.
You're planning on doing something awesome with your life and there's a long line of kicked asses of those who've stood in your way.