We had an absolutely crazy weekend in Seattle and surrounding area. It didn't seem to matter what we did, something would go wrong or turn out to be slightly disasterous.
Take for instance the place that we stayed...first of all, it's called The Farm. As you drive up to it, all you see are these brightly colored buildings with pictures of animals on them and a huge glowing cross out front. Now, The Farm has a really great story and the people who run it have a really great heart...they just lack some really great facilities. The first night we were there the boys stayed in this little shed that smelled of poo, and us girls stayed in this large room on a cement floor covered in carpet. I must explain that there were no beds to be found anywhere, and I'm pretty sure no heating, so we all slept on the floor and, no joke, shivered for almost the entire night. At around 4am all the girls started laughing at how ridiculous this situation was, at how cold we all were and at how little sleep we were getting.
The next morning brought with it another set of adventures...there are no working showers on The Farm so we all loaded up into the vans and headed to the local pool to use their communal showers. It was so funny!!! None of us went for a swim, we just walked into the change rooms and showered and got ready for the day.
After that, we drove into Seattle (because The Farm is actually in Snohomish, WA), and spent the rest of the day at Pike's Place Market. So fun!!! I kissed a fish, went to the original Starbucks, tried on some huge air boots (I can't really explain), and ate lots of taste testers! Hurray!!! We went on to Everret to get dinner (because none of us actually wanted to go back to The Farm), and wasted time wandering around afterwards to prolong the agony of returning to those bright colored buildings.
That night we decided to switch it up and have us girls in the warmer shed that smelled of poo rather than in the big room where we nearly froze to death. The only thing is, there are way more girls than there are boys so we were wall to wall with girls in the shed. There was literally no walking space...every visible section of floor was taken up with girl. So, it was much warmer in this shed and alot of us had a much better sleep, but right outside our door there was a retarded rooster and a bunch of turkeys that crowed and gobbled through the night, keeping some of my sisters awake.
The next morning we decided that we were going to go back into Seattle to catch a service at the Mars Hill church. One van load of us decided to get a bit of a headstart so we wouldn't be late, and the others would come a few minutes later. I was in the first van load...just as we left The Farm, the driver of our van noticed an odd light on his console that he just couldn't figure out...we decided that it wasn't doing any damage and so we carried on. As soon as we got on the I5 the steering wheel started shaking violently and there was a crazy noise coming from my side of the van....we had a flat....this was like the icing on the cake really. We pulled over and began looking for the spare and that's when the other two vans pulled up...I'm not even joking, it took about 10 people to figure out where this spare tire was and then it took about 5 to figure out how to take it off the van...and these are all smart, farm-like, competent people. It was just a secret, sneaky spare tire.
Anyway, we got to church mostly on time and the boys went to sort out the tire situation and we all met up afterwards and went to Lynden to watch the superbowl. A great ending to a wild weekend....
