Here begins a summary of said vacation.
Thursday
The day started at 4:30am and involved a lot of oddities. But then again, with a freak magnet, it's to be expected. Our flight was delayed I SHIT YOU NOT because the flight attendants overslept. What the fuck is that about? Time to get fired if you ask me. So there was an insane push for most people on the plane to get to their connecting flights. I was able to sleep for a little while on the way to Seattle and I was glad. The old lady next to me told me many stories, including a trip that involved obesity: "This woman sat next to me on a plane. This was years ago when most humans weren't obese. She sat next to me and she spilled out onto at least half of my chair. I hated to rat her out but I had to alert a flight attendant. There was no room." There was someone on the plane who farted mercilessly the whole way. It smelled like hard-boiled ass, LOL. They showed us that Nicholas Sparks movie Safe Haven and it was just awful. It helped to lull me to sleep. Spoiler alert: the cop husband shows up, romance movie cliches abound, and Jo is a ghost with a creepy collection of maudlin posthumous letters for any contingency.
As we flew over Wyoming and Idaho, the land was beautiful. I would love to go there. That area is on my bucket list.
Seattle. My first reaction was: What a head trip. Rode the train from Sea-Tac to Westlake. The train was not easy to find and it felt like I had to traverse a labyrinth to get on. (For $2.75, I didn't mind.) We all got in at different times so I had time to kill before dinner and I really wanted to see the aquarium. I walked down to the waterfront at kind of an awkward time. It had been raining and was dreary. It was the middle of the day, so there weren't a lot of families, tourists, or businesspeople out. No, it was me and the hobos of Seattle. I saw some shit, man. I heard some shit and I smelled some shit. It was an interesting walk. But once I got to the waterfront, it was more populated and I didn't feel as awkward. The aquarium was fun but not as large as I expected it to be. I also tried some Ivar's clam chowder at the insistence of my friend, Brian. It was good but would not be the best chowder of the trip.
Had dinner at the Dahlia Lounge. It was good but I didn't think it lived up to the hype around Tom Douglas. I guess I expected it to be one of those "best meals of my life" scenarios. Again, it was good but not great. The creme brûlée was nice and was probably the highlight. A good carrot soup and a nice steak are things I can get without flying all the way to Seattle. Just sayin. I tried a bite of the coconut cream pie and didn't think it was better than Sara Lee. Maybe we just visited on an off night, I dunno.
After that, I lapsed into a deep coma.
More to come as well as photos.
