I had the biggest freak-out spaz attack on the flight to Seattle. About ten minutes after takeoff, we hit really bad turbulence and I was just going to pieces, gripping the arm rest, say "oh my god oh my god" over and over. It was horrible. Wendy didn't know what to do except ask if I wanted some water. When it was finally over I felt sick and couldn't eat the breakfast they served us. It was the worst turbulence I've ever experienced; Wendy agreed that it was the worst turbulence she's ever experienced too.

But anyway, we're here and it's beautiful and sunny and warm. The only word that comes to mind is "quaint." Seattle is like if Portland, Maine were 50 times bigger. We couldn't believe how QUIET it was when we went to bed! I mean, not a single car, nothing. I had the best foam on my latte that I've ever seen. Tonight is the big "prom party." I'm just going to dress like Ian Curtis and wear a big corsage on my wrist, if I can find one anywhere. I'm fixated on this idea of making corsages out of shoulder pads, but that idea has not gone over too well.