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The Night the Sun Rose

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The third 8-hour, 25-minute day was September 16, 2017. I used to be bleak at this level, and I wrote … nothing. I wrote nothing. No notes. No essays. No quick tales. No tweets. Here’s what I did as an alternative.

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Partially to overwrite previous recollections, however principally as a result of it was $100 round-trip on Alaska Airlines, I boarded a aircraft sure for Seattle. I dedicated to 1 trigger, and one trigger solely:

“What would I do if I had 36 hours to do whatever the hell I wanted to, with no one around to notice?”

I deplaned at Eight a.m. Pacific, and took the practice to downtown. There, I dropped my luggage off at the lodge, grabbed the compulsory Top Pot maple bar, and walked up the hill to a coffee-shop that wasn’t Starbucks. I sipped a cappuccino, and bought a ticket to the subsequent day’s Seahawks-Niners tilt. I walked to a thrift store, then to an oyster bar. I wrecked a plate of oysters and allowed myself a glass of champagne. It was my first drink in three weeks, and I used to be touring alone, and so I believed, I don’t thoughts the indulgence. I walked to a different coffee-shop, and made small chat with a barista who cherished LCD Soundsystem. I then took an Uber to the park on Puget Sound, and ran a fast 5K whereas speaking on the telephone with a good friend I’ve talked on the telephone to extra typically than all different individuals mixed. I sipped a west coast IPA instantly upon ending, after which grabbed an Uber again to my lodge to bathe.

I re-emerged dressed to the nines, and tried to hit up a pizza joint I visited final time. They had been full. I meandered to an experimental restaurant, the place I had a beer and one thing like ostrich, earlier than I meandered throughout city to a Vietnamese restaurant named certainly one of the finest in the United States, the place I sat at the bar and joyously consumed certainly one of the most interesting plates of meals I might ever recall. From there, I walked to Cannon — a whiskey lounge so ornate, luxurious and scrumptious that it shouldn’t be allowable by legislation. I chatted up the bartender, and she or he handed me her THC vape pen. I chatted up the individuals subsequent to me, and so they gave me an edible. The bartender dropped me her title and Instagram, and instructed me I used to be unusually simple to speak to, in comparison with the patrons who frequent such a pretentious hang-out. We talked till 2. Then I went residence.

That was it. I made a decision, given a full day beginning at Eight a.m., with no limits and nobody the wiser, in my favourite metropolis I’d been to by that time, I discovered what I valued:

  • Good meals
  • Good espresso
  • Good booze (moderately, on trip — sorry that rhymed)
  • Music
  • Being energetic and open air
  • Water (each to drink and as in “bodies of”)
  • Conversations with strangers
  • Friends and household

I did all these issues. I favored them. Of course, this can be a “no shit” sort of second. I really feel like a plurality of individuals get pleasure from all of the above. I really feel like 99% of individuals like no less than two of them. I slept like a rock that evening — I at all times sleep nicely in inns, however that evening I slept notably nicely. I went to mattress, looking at the quantity I’d gotten from that bartender I’d chatted up all evening, and the tickets on my telephone for the following day’s Seahawks-Niners sport, and snickered. “You know … it isn’t all that bad,” I imagined I’d say to myself if I used to be a major character nearing the season finale of some 90’s sitcom. It was hedonic, certain, however it was cleaning. It was purposeful hedonism.

The evening the solar rose was not some daring declaration of a brand new starting, or of a radical life transformation. I ran no marathons and set no data. I simply noticed myself, someplace else, and thought I used to be a bit of higher, a bit of stronger, and rather less bizarre. It was nonetheless darkish, however not the sort of darkish you’re afraid of. You can reinvent your self, if you wish to. You don’t even have to do it wholesale: You can merely simply see your self in another way, or deal with your self like a stranger in an odd land.

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