The Rain a video by socal noelle on Flickr.
This is the video.
This is the video.
So, last night I was going to try to rally to go meet people at a local place called Happy Snapper, but it started raining. At first it was sprinkling. And then pouring. I got off the bed to take a video, and will upload it later, but OMG pouring is what it was. Whoa.
So, I left LA on Tuesday, November 8, at 11.25pm. This put me into Taipei at 6.15am, for my flight to Bangkok at 7.55am. The flight was rather bumpy, and long, of course, but it was overall fine. My friend Kara is a travel agent and she was able to check me in, so I didn’t have to stand in line at LAX, but I did have to swap out stuff in my backpack. Taipei has free wifi, which I was reminded of when I asked for good food options there by my friend Kristina, aka Wired to the World – I even commented on the blog post where she said it! Silly forgetful Noelle. Anyway, the flight to BKK was fairly empty, so I was able to move up from the back of the plane (where it was FULL!) to the front where it was virtually empty. Not the front-front (aka business class), but I didn’t have to sit next to anyone.
Upon arrival into BKK, I saw some flooded fields, which someone said yesterday on the tvittah weren’t actually flooded, but shrimp farms. I’m not so sure – I seem to remember seeing them as proper fields the last time – and the woman who lives here behind me commented on them too… and, I don’t think there are THAT many farms out there. So, it’s a MYSTERY! When I got to the baggage claim, and my duffel bag came up, the zipper was open, so I was kinda freaked out. It turns out that the zipper seems to have just popped open – so I “unzipped” the zipper and then re-zipped it. Maybe when I go home I’ll get some safety pins and pin it, just in case it decides to pop open again. Also, I’m taking donations for a proper scuba gear case. Because, like cycling, scuba is so inexpensive.
I took the train to the end of the line – it’s a new train link that goes from BKK into the City. Then I took BTS to the MRT to the Hua Lamphong Train Station. All for about 3 bucks total. Then I waited and waited for my “train.” I had some good noodles while I waited, though. The train south isn’t running properly, due to the flooding, so I had to take a bus to a train station that was about 2 hours away. I tried to look at the flooding, but I was still tired, so didn’t really make it awake. Got to the train, and ran to my car, just before it pulled away. Damn if that duffel bag wasn’t the stupidest idea ever! I should have taken the big suitcase I had. Then my carry-on pack wouldn’t have been so heavy either! Live and learn is what they say, right? Ha. On the way through BKK’s public transport system, I saw several movie adverts for Twlight. Super awesome, right?
The overnight train wasn’t nearly as fun as it was when I traveled with Erik a few years ago, but it was fine. I do like train travel, especially sleeper trains, as opposed to bus travel. I couldn’t justify the plane, as it was over 3 times the charge of the train. Upon arrival in Surat Thani, I paid too much for the bus to the other bus to Khao Lak (a traveling couple next to me bought their ticket at the train station in BKK and paid 250 THB, whereas I paid 450 THB – DAMNIT!), but then eventually made it to Khao Lak.
I arrived at Sea Dragon Dive Center, again with the stupidly heavy duffel, and was super happy to have just arrived and be able to settle in. Upon dropping crap at the guesthouse next door, I wandered to find a room that I can rent for the time I’m here. I’ve decided to go with the one that does some cleaning and has towels (one of the things I forgot), and is also next door to the dive shop (kinda – over a ravine and through a restaurant called O’Rendezvous).
Just in case you’re keeping track at home, the things I forgot are:
Rain jacket, Tiger Balm, a towel… so far.
For those wondering, there are accommodations like mine, but also some that are very much fancier – there is a Le Meridien here, along with some other very posh resorts. Come visit me! This is meant for you, Ronak.
In addition to fancy accommodations, there are some awesome food stalls. I’ve been dreaming about the soup above for 2 years.
I went to Bang Niang with some of my dive shop friends last night, and the owner of The Rusty Pelican in Bang Niang is a Californian – from the Santa Monica / Venice border. So, I had Mexican food in Thailand, from a Californian. And, I met the twin of someone who likes to sit at my favorite Seal Beach Bar – 320 Main. So, it is a small world, after all.
I was super excited to see my dive shop peeps – I do love Sea Dragon Dive Center. Super stoked that Fiona has come back to work and said she might surprise me when I got here. Which she did! I gave her and my friend Lani a super sweaty hug. Yes, because I’m awesome like that. And because I carried my duffel and pack through town.
Being here is great. I love it. I do miss peoples back at home, particularly the godkids and godfamily, but it’s good to be here. I am indeed living my dream.
As you may or may not know, I became a board member of the Presbyterian Church (USA), last year. They’re based in Louisville, Kentucky, so I get to go there several times per year now. And, up until I went to The Ville several times a year, I hadn’t really explored bourbon much. So, for my first trip, in July of 2010, I decided I needed to try it. I happened upon a great bartender at Proof on Main, which is the hotel restaurant for the 21C Museum Hotel. Good food, great gallery inside the lobby of the hotel, and if you go, you MUST check out the men’s restroom. Even if you’re not a dude, yes, you must check it out. Eric gave me some tastings of some bourbons, and told me why some were his favorite and some were not. Then added a bit of housemade lemonade to them, and also water to some others. So, that was my first experience with bourbon, outside of a small Buffalo Trace tasting as part of the Orange County Bartender’s Cabinet at least a year before.
On that trip, I don’t think I went to any distilleries (as I count back in my head), but I definitely was exposed to some bourbon that I’d never had before. In the past year, I’ve been to 6 distilleries so far, the first was Buffalo Trace, then Woodford Reserve, then then Four Roses, then Heaven Hill and finally the Bulleit Experience and Maker’s Mark this time. I was just informed that Buffalo Trace has a hard-hat tour, and now I want to go revisit that distillery. Next time – in February.
So far, the best two, in my very humble opinion, have been Buffalo Trace and the Bulleit Experience. Buffalo Trace wasn’t as much about the pomp and circumstance of “we are a very fancy distillery!” as some of the others have been. Four Roses was pretty chill, but they truck the liquid out to get bottled elsewhere. Heaven Hill had a giant fire some years ago, so they don’t let anyone near the liquid. Woodford Reserve was interesting, but the tour guide we got was kind of smarmy. The friends I was with had a great tour there the first time, so they were disappointed with this guide. I guess that leaves Maker’s as the 3rd favorite. I learned about the house that is a remake of the exact Samuels house just recently, so that was something I didn’t get while in Kentucky. What kind of bugged me was that Maker’s kept trying to make themselves sound like a craft distiller. Well, if you’re building 25 new warehouses to store the bourbon barrels, over the next ten years, I can’t agree that you’re a craft distiller. And, I like the Maker’s 46, but not really much else. For the price of a 750 ML bottle of Maker’s Mark ($20 in California), I’d rather have a 750 ML bottle of gin. I can get a bottle of Eagle Rare (I believe 12 year) here in Washington for $25, so yes, I’d rather have that. Anyway… on to what I decided to write about today (yes, I’m 3 paragraphs deep already).
In September, I flew to Louisville earlier than I normally do, mostly due to the whole lack of a job thing, and also because I like to stay extra days. This time flying home to Seattle on a Sunday would have cost far too much money, so I flew into Louisville early. Unfortunately my hosts had to work the next day, and my meetings didn’t start till Wednesday, so I had to find another ride to go tour some distilleries. I had previously met Hollis Bulleit, the global brand ambassador for Bulleit Bourbon, in LA and had asked her if they did tours. At the time, they weren’t quite open, but I kept asking her and lo and behold – they were OPEN the last time I asked.
I dragged my friend Scott up from Lexington to go visit The Bulleit Experience with me, and it was quite lovely. We were “subjected” to a tour by Bobby, and he was a great tour guide. Thank you Bobby!! I love the restoration of the old Stitzel-Weller distillery and understand the care that went into the offices. The artifacts that are in the offices are thoughtful and tell the story of Bulleit Bourbon. The Stitzel-Weller distillery was opened on Derby Day in 1935, so it has some history. It’s the closest distillery I’ve been to in all my journeys to Louisville. It’s also pretty close to Churchill Downs, where I’ve never been.
The Bulleit family has been making bourbon for years and years (Hollis’ great-grandfather used to take bourbon from Louisville down to New Orleans and disappeared while on that route many years ago.) but in 1987 Tom Bulleit revived the Bulleit family’s distilling legacy by using the recipe his grandfather used at that time. At this time, there is also Bulleit Rye and it won double gold at the San Francisco Spirits Competition this year. It is darned good. The bourbon is delicious as well, but I think the rye trumps it.
The family story helps to give Bulleit Bourbon & Rye much more of a craft distillery feel and I liked that. It was quite a juxtaposition to go from the Stitzel-Weller distillery to Maker’s Mark. I’m sure knowing Hollis helped as well. We also got to see barrels being rolled out of the warehouses, which was pretty awesome, since it happens so rarely.
Maker’s Mark was close to 2 hours away from Louisville, but it was a beautiful drive. Many thanks to Scott for driving. The Maker’s Mark tour is much more of a show, and much less of a craft distillery. They do show you the “beers (step 1)” (and step 2 and step 3) and the liquids, but they do quite a volume. One of my favorite things about Maker’s is that Mrs Samuels decided to recreate the design, to make it more appealing to women – but not to turn men off from the bourbon. But, the flavor went from “firewater,” to something more along the lines of bourbon from Maker’s Mark today. Additionally, she was the one who thought up the mark that signifies Maker’s Mark now – the wax. On the tour you walk the line to see where they dip the bottles after they’ve been filled and sealed. Then the bottles are boxed up to get shipped out.
The tour guide said that Maker’s Mark is a craft distillery, which I pretty much scoff at, because in the next breath she said that they were building another 25 warehouses in the next 10 years. So, I disagree. I do like the fact that the wheat comes from within 25 miles of the distillery, and that the corn is non-GMO corn from Indiana.
One thing is that Maker’s does have their own reservoir of water, and as an employee of Maker’s Mark apparently if you are caught around the reservoir, it will be your last day working there. Something to know, if you decide to go get a job there.
At the end of the Maker’s Mark tour we got to taste Maker’s 46, regular Maker’s and we had the opportunity to taste their white dog. I just tried the regular and 46. I think 46 is quite lovely.
Of the tastes I got today, I’d say that my favorite is the Bulleit Rye. I didn’t expect to like it, in all honesty. I pretty much thought I’d not like it as much as the bourbon – but it was quite smooth and well-rounded.
When I get back from Thailand, I’m going to have to go purchase some. Someone recently mentioned on twitter how good fig-infused Rittenhouse Rye was. I might try that with Bulleit Rye.
Or else get a local Seattle bartender to make it for me. Yeah, that one.

Or rather: Bartenders on Fire – a competition.
On Halloween, there was a competition sponsored by Novo Fogo Cachaça at Vito’s in Seattle. It pitched 3 local Seattle bartenders against 3 greater Washington bartenders. It was Keith Waldbauer (Liberty), Jim Romdall (Vessel) and Jay Kuehner (Sambar) for the Seattle All-Stars versus Chris Keil (1022 South in Tacoma), Dave Shenaut (Dave lives in Vancouver, bartends in PDX at Rum Club) and Gabe Pimentel (jimgermanbar in Waitsburg – which is apparently East of Yakima) as the Washington Challengers. I’d met all the Seattle bartenders and Dave Shenaut before, but I hadn’t ever met Chris or Gabe in person. I qualify the in person part because I have known Chris on the tvittah for quite a while.
What the challenge entailed was 3 secret ingredients and either Novo Fogo Silver or Gold Cachaça – or potentially both! The ingredients could be used pretty much any way at all. The winner of the whole competition would be the recipient of a stay at the Willows Inn on Lummi Island. The chef at the Inn’s restaurant was listed in The New York Times’ 10 Restaurants Worth a Plane Ride article from earlier this year. It was a great article, and I do want to go. I have about as much of a chance to go as I do going to the moon right now, though.
Dragos Axinte, one of the founders of Novo Fogo Cachaça Organico, unveiled the secret ingredients – each of which were somehow related to where the sugar cane for the cachaça came from – were Corn (grilled, cooked or creamed corn), Coffee (beans, ground or could be made into espresso or coffee) and Hops (fresh or dried). The teams got together and figured out who would deal with each ingredient and it was game on.
Jim and Chris used fresh hops – both lit them on fire (as per the name of the event) and made two very different drinks. Jim’s was citrus-based and Chris made a riff on a Manhattan, I believe. The judges chose Jim’s drink, which meant that we, the audience, got to try it. I would have liked to try Chris’ drink, but it was not meant to be. I’ll have to go to Tacoma to visit Chris and his wife (it was their 10th anniversary on Halloween – after I return from Thailand.
Jay and Dave chose the corn (or were elected to use the corn, not sure which), where Dave chose the creamed version, and Jay the cooked version (he ended up adding some creamed corn at the very end). Dave made his entire drink while in costume, except he took the crazy gloves off in the end. His drink was a very interesting flavor that a friend said tasted like Jaegermeister or Fernet. I didn’t quite get that, but I understood where she was coming from. Jay’s drink used muddled corn and a variety of other items, topped by a Belgian ale. Dave won this round, so we didn’t get to try Jay’s drink.
For the final round, Keith and Gabe were up against coffee in a drink. Which is fairly normal, perhaps not the coffee beans, but coffee is in drinks more often than any of the other items. Keith did a brief infusion with the beans and the aged cachaça, separated the beans from the cachaça and then ground the beans up with a muddler. I believe Gabe did a similar infusion, but in the end Keith won the final round. With Keith’s win, the audience tried his drink and voted his the overall winner of the night. I think it may have been the most approachable drink of the three, but of course I would have liked to try all of them. Who wouldn’t have liked to try drinks from 6 of the best bartenders in Washington?
If you aren’t one of those who wanted to try them all, not sure we should be friends…
Keith won the overall competition, and the 206 reigned. I might have to journey off the interstate when I go to visit my grandmother next time – after all, Waitsburg is between Yakima and the Tri-Cities!
In 3 weeks, I’ll go to an even more beautiful location than where CBS’ The Amazing Race went last night.
Also known as the picture above.
*When I say “today’s day & age,” man do I feel like I’m dating myself!
Back to the topic at hand. I admit it: I thought this would be much easier than it’s been so far.
Kind of. See, I have this track record with churches in Seattle that isn’t so great.
I started out, at a young age, going to church and also protesting the first Gulf War in 1990. When I was asked, in school, how I could justify going to church and protesting the Gulf War, I wasn’t really able to answer. I just knew in my heart that church + protesting war = the right thing to do. But, I didn’t know how to answer. So, I cut the thing out of the equation that was easiest to do – I cut out church. I didn’t spend close to 40 hours per week with the church folks, whereas I did with my schoolmates. Cutting out church was easier. I felt, from that time till I left Seattle in 2000, that you couldn’t be a progressive AND go to church, in Seattle. There was a dichotomy at work that was interesting and I wasn’t able to figure it out.
Fast forward to after my move to LA and there you have Noelle, wondering about going to church, and then eventually finding Immanuel Presbyterian Church, in Koreatown, close to Downtown LA. A church that really called to me. Where I felt at home. Immanuel did all the things that churches “weren’t supposed to do”: ordained LGBT folks, spoke out about the wrongs happening in our world, encouraged members to ask questions about things and to get involved in the church – both locally and internationally. In the past few years, I’ve felt a little distant from Immanuel, but at the same time, each time I went back on a Sunday, I felt completely HOME.
I always said I wasn’t ever going to move back to Seattle, but in the past few years I knew that things were different. I felt that Seattle had grown up into a city that I could live in. Never mind the closeness to the GodFamily, and my mom. I figured that since the city had grown into a place where I could see myself, perhaps the strangeness of a progressive going to church had changed too. That and the fact that I am now a member of the Board of the PC(USA) led me to vow to find a Presbyterian church in Seattle where I could feel at home too…
So, this is where I found myself on August 21: vowing to visit different Covenant Network and / or More Light Presbyterian Churches. This is where Seattle is a bit strange – the presbytery is pretty conservative, even though the city really is not. I wrote down a list of churches to try, and the list isn’t very long. It includes perhaps 5 churches, I think, in the local area of Seattle. There are some others that are in Western Washington, but not many.
Starting church shopping at the end of summer meant that I probably was going to attend when a pastor wasn’t at church. In that case, perhaps that would be when a congregation would really be welcoming. Or, I could be doing some wishful thinking. So far I’ve met some very nice people, who haven’t really interacted with me at all, past saying “hi” as I left, with one exception. I have tried 4 of the 5 that I wanted to try, and one of those was recommended to me by a dear friend from Immanuel. I was hoping that there would be others people recommended, but nope. None yet.
I am coming to the conclusion that we, as churchgoers, need to be much more welcoming to those that are outside “the fold,” as it were. From the church I went to last Sunday, I got an email that had “FWD:” at the beginning of the subject line (FWD: Welcome to our Church!). Way to be precise with those emails! I just remember at Immanuel, that when there was the welcoming of new people, the visitors were encouraged to stand up and say their name, and where they were from. Then there was some drumming and applause to welcome each person who was brave enough to stand up. When the passing of the peace happened, I know I made a beeline for the visitors to welcome and say hi – and I know others did too. During the passing of the peace at most of the churches, no one really said anything, no real welcome. So, I’ve listened to sermons, and haven’t been inspired by any of them (there is one that I still think on), and left, briefly saying hi to pastors on the way out. When only the regular attendees know where to go for a fellowship hour after the service, perhaps the pastors should stand on the route from the sanctuary to the fellowship hour, instead of funneling people (especially visitors) through the outside doors. I did enjoy the fellowship hour at one of the churches – but the guy I chatted with and I had a connection through a friend. That felt kind of like cheating.
It is hard, while you’re doing a stewardship pitch, to make visitors feel welcome, but there are definitely some ways to make others feel more welcomed. The church where I felt the most welcomed was definitely NOT the biggest. At the same time, that church isn’t necessarily where I want to attend worship. Let’s be honest – I want to go to a church where there are potentially “young adult” men who are single. (I say young adult in quotes, because I don’t view myself as that any longer, but in the eyes of the PC(USA), I sure as heck AM!)
I also feel like that last paragraph is an unspoken truth. No one wants to talk about that, so no one really does.
So far, no physical church community has taken place of the “virtual” church community I have created online. I call on those people regularly for their words, daily in fact. I feel more connected to this group around the country than I do to a church community in one building. It feels strange to say that, but so far, I’m still more connected online than I am in person.
A long while ago, I did speak with my pastor at Immanuel about this, and it seemed like an unusual situation for her to hear about.
If you’re a Teaching Elder reading this, or a Ruling Elder reading this, what do you wish you could know about visitors to your church? How would you reach out to them more? I honestly didn’t think I’d feel like this, as much as I do. But, I do.
So, on August 19 I returned to Seattle. I got to drive through Seattle’s summer rush hour traffic to get to my mom’s house and then promptly went to my godfamily’s house. Kimberly & Erik are the ones who decided, a few years ago, to ask me to be one of the two godmothers to their kids. I know, what are they getting themselves into? Regardless, they’re part of the whole “reasons I moved home” list. And their two kids. Those are some good reasons, I promise.
Now that it’s over a month after I moved home, I have had some time to think on the merits of moving home, without a job. It was good to have some time off, but does anyone really need two months off? Wait, don’t answer that. I will be taking another few months off shortly. But that will be in another country, and I will be scuba diving. Or learning to lead you scuba diving. Anyway, it has been a while now, and I’m still trying to find some work that will allow me to travel, but could also still bring in money (so if you have any leads, I’ll take them – I’m not talking ponzi schemes, or random emails from Nigerian princes here!). I’m also relying on what I learned a few years ago when I was just back from Thailand and not working. As hard as that time was, it was VERY valuable. I was forced to accept help (yes, I don’t do it easily – so I say forced!) and it taught me a lesson about my friends. So, all in all it was really rough, and really good. I know it was hard, but I dug deep and learned things. Crazy, I know.
I have gotten to see parts of my family, spend time with friends and also spend time with my mom. I need to bike more, but that’ll happen. I’ll get over the idea of getting damp while cycling. Really, I will.
Since I’ve been back in Seattle, I’ve gone to LA for the Best Buddies Hearst Castle Challenge (flew to LAX, drove to Carmel, ate amazing food, rode 63 of the toughest miles in my life – photo along the route above, drove back to LA, flew home), went to Louisville for a meeting (flew to Louisville, went on two bourbon tours, had a few days of meetings, had amazing food with awesome friends, flew home) and then drove to Leavenworth to spend time with my dad & stepmom. Then I got to take the train back to Seattle (picture below).
So, I’ve been busy, albeit a slacker. I’ve been church-shopping (that’s a whole different blog post!) and getting to know some (more) of my local bars in Seattle.
And now I am going about the business of moving storage items to Spokane to a dear friend’s garage-loft. I’m again grateful for the kindness of friends. I will drive to Spokane tomorrow and see Anna and her family, and then drive to Kennewick to spend time with my grandmother. The pre-3-month-trip preparation starts now.
This involves the mental preparation too. And, the preparation of leaving my godfamily for a few months. That is hard.