now you're gone, you're not the only one
May. 23rd, 2003 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhI was supposed to drop steve off at the airport, and I did, but he somehow magically managed to fuck things up, and missed his flight. Around two or so he called me up to beg me to pick him up, because the next flight out wasn't till 11pm. (The 2pm flight was full.) He bribed me with an offer of dinner.
So I picked him up and suggested we get coffee or something. We headed to the locks, where I had an iced latte, and Steve had fish'n'chips. The fries were TEH AWESOME. Like, you know how McD's had those really great fries for years? Like that, except bigger-cut, meaning more potato and more fried outside surface area. But we couldn't really finish one order between the two of us.
So then we walked around and watched the boats sink and rise in the locks, and Steve showed me the fish ladder. "Now, a fish ladder, is technically, a ladder for fish." Salmon spawning and all that. But the coolest coolest bit was the mechanism of spitting back out the baby fish. We watched the stream spout till it slowed down and we felt like we were going backwards. It was great. It beat our previous entertainment, which was wondering if the workers were going to untie the line of this big boat, or if they were just going to make him stay there all afternoon. Which was still entertaining, in an "old men watchin' the boats go by" kind of way. Just a slow lazy day. The sun isn't going to set for three or four more hours, and we have nothing else left to do.
So I picked him up and suggested we get coffee or something. We headed to the locks, where I had an iced latte, and Steve had fish'n'chips. The fries were TEH AWESOME. Like, you know how McD's had those really great fries for years? Like that, except bigger-cut, meaning more potato and more fried outside surface area. But we couldn't really finish one order between the two of us.
So then we walked around and watched the boats sink and rise in the locks, and Steve showed me the fish ladder. "Now, a fish ladder, is technically, a ladder for fish." Salmon spawning and all that. But the coolest coolest bit was the mechanism of spitting back out the baby fish. We watched the stream spout till it slowed down and we felt like we were going backwards. It was great. It beat our previous entertainment, which was wondering if the workers were going to untie the line of this big boat, or if they were just going to make him stay there all afternoon. Which was still entertaining, in an "old men watchin' the boats go by" kind of way. Just a slow lazy day. The sun isn't going to set for three or four more hours, and we have nothing else left to do.
