Thom and I were in Seattle last weekend and had a wonderful time. I’ve uploaded a few of my photos so far, but there are plenty more to come. The one here is of downtown Seattle and Elliott Bay, as seen from our plane on the approach to the airport. You know how tardy I can be with trip reports, so here’s a condensed rundown of the sights and eats, all with copious linkage.
Friday: Independence Air flight from Dulles to Seattle. Lodging on the ground floor of the carriage house at the Bacon Mansion in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
Saturday: Volunteer Park, just a few blocks from the B&B: Water Tower, Seattle Asian Art Museum, and Volunteer Park Conservatory. Lunch at Pagliacci Pizza on Broadway; and dinner on Lake Union at I Love Sushi with Thom’s friends Dara and Anna, then back to Broadway for dessert at Dilettante. (By the way, before turning in for the night, we watched Wet Hot American Summer, which I had Netflixed on Jeff’s recommendation, mostly for a certain scene between Bradley Cooper and Michael Ian Black. Totally hot. Random: heh, if they got married, their last name could be Cooper–Black. Typographical humor, sorry.)
Sunday (my birthday!): Library Bistro in the Alexis Hotel for brunch; Pioneer Square, including Waterfall Garden, Glass House Studio, and Laguna Pottery; the new Rem Koolhaas-designed Seattle Public Library; and Pike Place Market. Dinner at The Broadway Grill, and dessert at Dilettante (again, mmm).
Monday: Seattle Center, including the Space Needle and Pacific Science Center. Lunch in the Center House food court. (Afterwards we stopped to watch a senior citizens’ dance that was going on. A tour group of kids that happened to be there for some other activity also joined in on the dance floor, and Thom and I waltzed a bit on the sidelines.) Before our redeye return flight, dinner at Ivar’s in the newly expanded concessions area at the airport.
Whew. Love ya, Seattle. We’ll definitely be back.
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LOOK! LOOK! LOOK! You can see the ferry leaving the dock in the bay!!!
Years ago, when my college boyfriend, Peter, was very ill with AIDS, I flew to see him. Peter was so weak, he couldn’t do much but sit around. It was late fall, and we just wanted to talk. For some reason which I cannot remember, we got on the ferry. We crossed all over Elliott Bay that day. One ferry after another. It was a little cold and breezy, but we sat toward the front. Peter had on a long, red and orange scarf (seeing such scarves in the “Harry Potter” films brings me back every time), a blue fisherman’s heavy jacket and blue ski gloves. Funny what you remember.
We talked all day. When we got back to the Seattle side docks, we took a taxi back to his house. He fell asleep on the couch. I brought down four quilts from upstairs, bundled him up, and let him sleep there. I slept on the floor next to him.
In a person’s life, there are only a few times when you really feel the magic, feel reality coursing through you, feel the intensity of living. I’ve had only a few in my life.
That day riding the ferry system was one of them.
See, Jeff, I told you it was a hot scene. 🙂
it’s about frikkin time we get some info about what happened all up over there!! sheesh. it’s like, what? I’m supposed to turn around here and ASK you how things went and what those things were? nah, man. I won’t be baited like that, won’t play your games.
happy birthday!
Hee hee hee… Cooper-Black.
P.S.: Happy belated!
three short days in the emerald city
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