Folks, I am coming off one kick-butt week in Seattle to bring you a special West Coast edition of the Bonechilly blog. Westsiiiiide!
The trip up here was jam-packed full of fun. The audiobook of "The King of Torts" that John gave me 6 months ago kept me company on the long drive to Boise to hang out with my dad for a day or two. The one casualty of the trip was my iPod. The damn thing went tits-up just as I got into Boise and hasn't turned on since. On the plane ride from Boise to Seattle, I was placed in the middle of some fun folks. First of all, to my direct right, in the aisle seat, we had Jim. Jim was a nice man who happened to have a little bit of a weight problem. This fella was so big he needed an extra seatbelt to get his gut strapped in. The only thing that comes in larger sizes than this guy's belt is equaters. PLUS, his snoring was so loud that he would wake himself up every 10-15 seconds of the flight...the WHOLE FLIGHT! Needless to say, the fight for the arm rest was over before I made it to my seat because his gut decided it would be a good place to rest for the duration of the flight. Jim also found a good armpit rest in the form of MY SHOULDER. Let's say it all together, folks..."CRIPES!"
To my direct left was a nameless lady. She was dressed in a long black trench coat and used her long blonde hair to hide the ear buds of her iPod so she wouldn't have to turn off and stow it during lift-off. What a rebel this one was. I actually caught her doing the "middle-aged woman nod and bob" from her seat and I think I could hear "Tainted Love" coming from her headphones. In the row in front of me sat a dead ringer for Robert Goulet...I would have thought it was him, but a man like Goules wouldn't fly economy...So I figured it was probably his brother Gary Goulet.
With this crazy band of fellow passengers, I was convinced that I had some wicked sweet kharma (or whatever) rolling my way reeeaal soon. I assumed that I would be rewarded by a peaceful trip home next to a cute little 20 year old co-ed. Well, I was apparently setting my sights way too low. The man upstairs had bigger plans for me this week. More on that later.
The real reason I went to the coast was to watch the Seahawks kick some Carolina tail in the NFC Championship. The crowd "12th man" was electric and deafening to say the least. Watching Paul Allen raise the 12th man flag before kickoff, you could tell that the entire city worships this man and what he has done for their football team. Got to see Carrie Underwood sing the national anthem, which was very cool. That girl can sing. All in all a very awesome experience. Go Hawks!
After the game, I got to spend a couple days in Seattle on my own. I didn't venture out too far the first day. Mostly because my Uncle had a SECOND digital cable box downstairs outside my room with ALL of the movie channels. This was more of a sight than the damn Space Needle for this broke, unemployed couch potato. The second day was a little different. I actually did some exploring around town. I went to a local shopping center as well as back down to Qwest Field to pick up some championship merch. Somehow, along the way I misplaced the key to my Uncles house. That kinda freaked me out because I had no way to get into the house at this point. SOOO, after running around town for a second time, I still couldn't find the key. After a call to my Uncle, I was informed of a hidden key somewhere on the property. WHEEWW! Ok, now I'm back inside but that doesn't change the fact that I lost the extra key. After going online, I found out that there was a little key making hut back at the original shopping center that I was hanging out in earlier that day. Got the key made and headed back to the car.
Is anyone still waiting for my wicked awesome kharma to come back and kick me in the face? Well, no more waiting. On the way back to the car, I run into the MAN! For the Dane Cook fans, I ran into the BAMF of all BAMFs. Dave FREAKIN' Matthews! It's all kind of a blur right now. But I did get a sweet picture out of the deal.
The plane ride back was very peaceful because there was only about 20 people riding that night. You could not imagine how important you can feel on a plane when you have a full 3 seats to yourself, a FULL can of soda, 4 bags of snack mix, and vouchers for free dinners. The only thing that would have made it better would have been an working iPod.
Alright let's go to the big board for the final tallys:
Plane trip to Seattle..................................$0
Ticket to NFC Championship.....................$0
Rental Car for 2 days in Seattle................$0
Eating like a King for a week.....................$0
Randomly meeting Dave Matthews...........Friggin' Sweet! (Expecting something else?)
I'm too hap-hap-happy to give a bap-bap-bappy.
More to Come.

P.S. This blog is late only because I wrote one last week but it erased on me and I was too lazy to write it again.