A few of you have asked why I haven't ventured in here as often as usual lately, and let's just say it's not for a lack of things to share. More like, where would I even begin?
But we'll get to that another time.
For now let's just talk about Seattle. She was the last leg in The World Tour Sequel, and she sent us out with a bang. It's crucial to note that I took your advice, booking us at that waterfront Marriott you mentioned and hitting up all of the markets, including the less known Fremont one which we are sooooooooo glad you commented about because it's the place we found handmade jewelry and colorful kitschy tins and old crumbly books and really sweet big metal sculptural looking things that I was trying to bargain for before figuring out that they were antique bed pans.
So. I'd say the trip was a win. MUCHO KUDOS TO YOU.
It was a rare treat to see so many unisex underweight pasty people in skinny jeans, all with Justin Bieber hair and text messaging habits, and we absolutely ate. it. up. I was expecting a dirty, rockabilly slash flannel thing (I graduated high school IN THE NINETIES yo), but vibe was healthy, young, and by all means hip.
Also, it was raining Democrats.
Basically, it was nothing like Florida at. all.
But! My faaavorite part (besides the waitress who carded me and didn't believe I'd just turned thirty two ohyesshedid), was that there was good beer (Alaskan Ale!), fresh salmon, green this and organic that choices choices choices and I could actually order off of a menu without pulling my usual Sally Albright.
We love you, Seattle!!!
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World Tour: Part 2, Day 1
World Tour: Part 1