I know I have not written my last post about St Thomas yet. I’ll get to it still. Three months late but what is time anyway?
Two weeks ago my husband was asked at the last minute to head to Seattle for one of the site builds for his company (he is a DNS guy and they build their datacenter sites). He asked me if I could come for a few days. We looked at the thing that is my schedule and I frowned a bit. I didn’t want to go for a weekend. The flight was about six hours. Mix that with pre airport time and it was a solid 9-10 hour day just to move around. I’d not want to leave Friday morning and come back Sunday to rush to work on Monday. However, I said I’d see if I could have the time off and when I went into work the next day, to my surprise, I could.
That was unexpected. Gleefully I applied for them and texted my husband to buy the plane tickets. Two weeks later I sent him off to Seattle and followed three days later.
Of course, that is a day that it decided to snow ten inches at home. Thankfully, it did it the night before and the roads where clear. I went grocery shopping with my mom, made sure she could get out of the driveway, and headed off to the airport for a late afternoon flight from Dulles to Seattle.
Everything was smooth sailing until I got on the plane. My husband has booked me in the front row that has no seats in front of it. I had a drink and some stuff I had planned to shove into my seat back. Now I had to hold them in my lap while people stepped on me and beat me with their luggage as they boarded. And the Luggage! How I rage as people roll on enormous bags and I have to defend my singular messenger bag from being crushed and my laptop destroyed by someones massive roller they refuse to check in and the airlines refuse to force them to check. Mix that in with the guy beside me (I am in the isle seat) having elbow issues and it was not the best flight ever.
I did watch Frozen on the flight. It was very cute. I like magic a lot and the love story wasn’t overly gooey. I like animated flicks but so often they are just ridiculous. This one had a story. The Last Unicorn and the Secret of Nimh are the measure that I gauge animated movies. Just because it is animated does not mean it shouldn’t have a story and depth.
Surprised that I watched a movie I went back to reading the Wheel of Time. I’m on Book five right now, about a quarter of the way through. Once we landed (it was a smooth flight) and I straightened my spine I had to stop myself from snarling at people around me as they pushed me away from my bags. I am not a pushy, loud, or aggressive person by habit. It does not mean I cannot be. I have it inside of me. No one ever expects it and I tend to keep a reign on my temper. But the new sideways bend in my back from avoiding Mr Elbows next door had me grumpy. I retrieved my bag, stalked off the plane and threw myself on my husband and told him that I was hungry when I found him at baggage claim.
We decided to drive and get anything that looked good. I’m used to seeing a chain restaurant near the highway but we saw little to nothing. Seattle as I have seen it so far is an area of smaller, private places. This is normally good. Today, it was frustrating. We decided to just order pizza when we got back to the hotel.
Maybe Pizza will be the new tradition when we travel. It was good Pizza. They didn’t have the desert we wantd. It was a rasberry mouse or something. They also didn’t have the almond desert. We just accepted chococlate cake when they called to explain. And then we got four pieces of chocolate cake. Why? I have no idea. A “sorry” thing I guess? What I found interesting was that they were allowed to bring it up to the room. This is so not the east coast. Full, I zonked out to wait for the morning.
Morning came a bit earlier than expected because of my husband had to call into a meeting at 0700 local time. Then a helicopter crashed in front of the space needle. We are a few blocks away from it and the air shattered with the sirens are emergency vehicles raced to respond. At the time we didn’t know what happened. We figured it out at breakfast.
We are staying at the Renaissance in downtime Seattle, WA. The breakfast was quite nice. The buffet is small but nice. I’m going to try one of the actual meals. They have weird things like crabcakes and eggs. It sounds to interesting not to try. I tend to eat a heavy breakfast when I can. It keeps me fed until the evening most of the time. The other members of my husband’s work group are all tired and groggy and picking at their food while I plow through oatmeal, fruit, an egg and some bacon. Their bacon is very good but their sausage is only meh. The fruit is quite nice so it balances out and I wind up feeling full and ready to face the day.
I almost forgot that the wait staff at the restaurant are incredibly nice. Mind boggling nice. They are so sweet I worry that I might break them. They chat with people and give them advice about areas and sites. Its very nice.
Only, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Back up in my room I break out my laptop and look around. I decided to go walking down to the market. With a general idea of what direction to go into I head out and start to see and explore Seattle.
Seattle is a mixture of new and old architecture. While I love glass buildings I also love the intricate scroll work and detailing that we used to put on buildings. Seattle is a mix of the two. Mix that in with wide streets made for vehicles and plenty of one way roads I found myself bobbling along quite happily and without that uncomfortable, stressed feeling I get in NY and DC. However, Seattle is hilly and that makes the architecture fascinating and everyone have nice calves.
So, I wandered down to this market which was about five blocks over and four blocks down. My husband had warned me about the awful hills and I listened to him and chose streets that took the downward grade gracefully. I actually like the feel of the city. There are lots of small restaurants and shops tucked into places. I found a ‘City’ which is Target but in the City. I was thankful because that meant I could buy a new hairbrush.
Pike’s market is full of tiny shops all cluttered together. There are indeed men who throw fish and sing like pirates. It was fascinating but it is a tourist thing and they stand for pictures and stuff. I wound up buying a neck wrap hand knitted scarf made from incredibly soft yarn in a lovely blue and green and yellow mix. Scarves are not something I normally wear but this was so nice and hand made and I got it anyway.
I wound up wandering around. I went to a chocolate shop and got a candy apple and some fancy covered marshmallows. I went into a bookstore and purchased some random, interesting fiction titled outside of my normal reading habits. I then decided to go back to the hotel because I was tired and I suck at shopping. On the way there I stopped for some Pho at a random place.
That was where I noticed the pregnancy stickers. Now, the Pho was very good. I went into the bathroom after finishing my food and to my puzzlement there was a warning about pregnant woman consuming alcohol attached to the paper towel dispenser. I thought it was weird but it becomes odd later.
Also, no plastic bags are used. I had to hand carry everything because I have no tote or purse. My normal reusable, space saving bags are at home because I forgot to bring one. That made me eight block uphill walk somewhat irritating with full hands. Also, my jacket was a bit to warm. Woe is me.
Anyway, back at the ranch my husband came in from working and I told him I wanted to go to a steakhouse. I spent about an hour on yelp deciding on steak houses and finally chose Sullivans Steakhouse. They had creamed spinach and horseradish mashed potatoes. No lie, this is what got us into the door. Plus it was about three blocks from the hotel.
It is a nice place but I wasn’t hungry enough for an enormous steak. We wound up getting one of their combos that comes with appetizer, salad, and meal. The food was tasty. There was live music. I’m not used to live music and it is loud. Not ear drum bursting loud just louder than piped in music. It is supposed to be ambiance but I’m uncultured and while nice it was louder than I’d like it to be.
Super nice place. The husband is going to convince everyone to go back next week when I’m gone. We walked back to the hotel and dropped off into bed like dead things.