A meeting with Traveling Monkeys

Posted on
Aug 9, 2010

Things never turn out quite how you imagine them.

I try to remember this whenever I find myself setting up expectations. Whether it’s a new trip, or an event, or meeting a new person, I’ve always created some sort of script in my head for how things will play out. Often, it’s a recipe for disappointment. The hotel is on a noisier street. The city smells much more urine-y than I had anticipated. The caterer will be late … or possibly drunk. And the people on whom you’ve placed so much pressure to be awesome, may be lovely in their own right, but they can’t match the person you’ve built up in your head.

I reminded myself of this as I went out to meet Deanna, the blogatrix behind Traveling Monkeys. She was popping into Seattle for a few days with her family, and we had arranged to meet. And she had a tall order to fill. Because the Deanna who I had constructed from her tweets and blog entries was fantastic. She was funny and sarcastic and sweet. And, hello? She has a NINJA BABY.

I had our entire afternoon planned out in my head: we’d become fast friends, swapping movie quotes from The Princess Bride and laughing at things that would take too much time to explain to third parties. Maybe she’d ride in on a pegasus (because unicorns are SO overused lately) and she’d have a present for me.

And in reality?

Well, we didn’t quote The Princess Bride.

We quoted Anchorman.

But other than that? She was pretty much exactly as awesome as I had prophesied. There was no pegasus, but she did bring me a present. It was thematically similar to the present that I made for her daughter. Behold:

She brought me a multi-pack of fake mustaches. I made her daughter a (slightly wonky) mustachioed mushroom.

She brought me a multi-pack of fake mustaches. I made her daughter a (slightly wonky) mustachioed mushroom.

I’m trying to think of a way of turning what is obviously my innate ability to predict the future into a successful run in Vegas. But more on that later – let’s talk about my afternoon with the Ninja Family.

We met at the Pike Place Market, which is on everyone’s Seattle to-do list, and with good reason. You don’t travel to Seattle and not visit the market, any more than you would go to Scotland and not visit the Loch Ness monster (as an aside to my husband, I am tired of you dismissing so many of my vacation activity suggestions as “fictionally-based, and also crazy.”)

We roamed around a bit, grabbed some mini-donuts from The Daily Dozen (which, unsurprisingly, comes up on my blog fortnightly), and had lunch at Lowell’s. I would not recommend the latter – I was woefully disappointed in the service, which culminated in the waitress failing to bring back change from our bill and assuming that she merited a 25% tip, even though she was a moron (there might be a Dick Move! in the works, but what could I do to her that life and poor dental hygiene haven’t already?)

Still, the company was lovely. We talked about life and our respective crazy families. We touched on the craziness of Florida. They talked about life in Hawaii, I talked about life in the Pacific NW.

Afterwards, I dragged them to the Olympic Sculpture Park, where Ninja Baby tried to camouflage herself to her enemies by rolling around in gravel. She is obviously a master of disguise, and could very likely be lurking in your home right now. Seriously, double check the potted plant that’s been cooing in the corner.

Oh, and I’m pleased to report that Deanna did not laugh when I tried to move what I thought was a plastic lawn chair, but ended up being a piece of “installation art” that was bolted to the ground. So, you know, thanks for that.

Um, how friggin adorable are they?

Um, how friggin adorable are they? (Also, please ignore my terrible posture.)

So, the moral of the story? Things never turn out how you imagine them. Having ridiculously lofty, unreasonable expectations of a person’s innate coolness can leave you feeling disappointed.

Unless you happen to be meeting Deanna.*

*except for the pegasus thing. I was kind of disappointed about that.

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  • Totally awesome ninja baby! I’ve seen Deanna’s comments as I wander around the web, and have also thought of her as funny, sarcastic, and sweet. Nice to know that’s not just an act. Although I am really surprised to hear that she does not have a Pegasus. How odd.

  • Next time you’re in SF, I’ll totally get together with you and swap Princess Bride quotes. My husband was actually angry with me that I wouldn’t let our officiant do the whole “marrwiage” spiel at our wedding this spring! (I was tempted, but as the actual ceremony was only 10 minutes as it was, I was afraid all our guests who flew from the East Coast to be in CA for our wedding would think we weren’t taking it seriously!)


    Seriously. I’m all choked up here. It was a wonderful afternoon and we were really thrilled to have met you, Pegasus notwithstanding.

    Also, I just looked at that photo and thought “WHOA, I DID NOT NOTICE THE BOOB TATTOO—wait. Necklace. Right.”

  • Everywhereist

    Deanna – again, terrible posture. Makes necklaces look like boob tattoos.

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  • I knew that looked like an awesome time. Speaking of Princess Bride, my mom routinely requests, for the benefit of guests, that I yell “You don’t mess with a Scilian when DEATH IS ON THE LINE!” Also, I can quote Big or Willow if you would like, because I watched all three of those movies 1000 times between the ages of 7 and 12.

  • Everywhereist

    Lara – add in “Muppets Take Manhattan” and you have my childhood.

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