Flew in to Seattle to visit Cosmo for 24 hours, or just short of.
He's living on his boat, and so for the first time since the age of 6, I slept on a boat. It was very very cool - pirate jokes aside.
We went out for a late lunch at a vegetarian hari krishna/cult place, and then in the evening, I manged to convince him to go see a Cuban Son/Salsa band (http://www.picoso.net) play not too far from his house. Cosmo's girlfriend is an amazing dancer, with multiple years of heavy salsa dancing behind her (after travelling through south/central america for a few years). At least a few of the suave dark latin men in the club already knew her, but she was happy to dance with me for a couple songs.
My big fear before going to this club, was that the dance classes I took at Stanford this past summer would leave me rather unprepared. I was rather worried that I would only be able to dance with the people who had taken my class, and thus knew the exact moves that I learned.
This proved to be incorrect. In an attempt to get a bit more time with Cosmo, I think, Sarah palmed me off on some poor lass standing in the corner of the room: "She keeps looking at you", "she obviously wants to dance with you", "why don't you go and ask her to dance already"... etc - which proved to be even more fun than dancing with Sarah, because in this rare of rare cases, I was actually a better and more experienced dancer than my partner.
Cosmo was pretty impressive. He's not the best dancer in the world, but his girlfriend obviously enjoys it, so he danced quite a few numbers with her. When she was off dancing with the previously mentioned latin guys, I tried to get Cosmo to dance with me. At first, he didn't seem too happy about it - and to be honest, by the end of the evening, he still wasn't too happy about it.. But I did manage to drag him out for at least a couple songs. It was a pretty funny sight.
The next morning, I wake up early, shower (on the boat, tres cool), grab a huge vegetarian breakfast at a vegan place that Sarah knows, and then they drop me off at the airport - where the real journey begins.