Seattle!

So my little seester Schmadie is turning 30 in a little over a week. As part of her present, my mom took us on a girls weekend to Seattle. We live in different parts of the country (Champaign, Columbus/Dallas, Tucson), and Seattle was almost equidistant for all of us to get to. Weird, I know, but true. We had a fantabulous time.

Saturday we went shopping in downtown and went to Pike’s Place to check it out and eat $60 breakfast. Glad we went early, because the place was a madhouse later in the day. Awesome flowers and produce. Lots of crap interspersed because it is near the cruise ship docks. If I lived in Seattle I would go when they opened to get what I needed if I were in the area, but would be super annoyed the rest of the time. Too many tourists. I felt sort of bad contributing to that. In the afternoon as the others were catching up on beauty sleep, I walked around a little more downtown. Got some stuff for me and Steve at Columbia. The Fluvog store was having a sale. I ALMOST bought a pair of shoes for $39, but realized that I was going to buy them because they were $39, not because they were particularly awesome. The ones that were particularly awesome were $250. Eh.

Flowers around town were kick-ass. After living in Tucson, I forget that things grow.


Sunday we went to Bainbridge Island. I had fun taking funny pictures of Katie’s windswept coif and general silliness. I think that people were getting annoyed because I kept saying “ahoy! I’m sailing!”



This picture cracks my shit up.

On the island we went to a great yarn store, Churchmouse Yarn and Tea. We also went to Blackbird Bakery, where Katie got gluten-free herbed rolls and became very excited because they were awesome and tasted like bread. She is now creating an altar with brochures from the island and our ferry tickets and including a tip jar for people to fund her move to live there permanently. I thought the best part of the island were the public medians and sidewalk flowerpots that incorporated squash for the foliage. So smart, and tasty!

Sunday night we went to a restaurant called the Pink Door. It is owned by former circus performers. When we walked in, there was a bleach-blond, dread-locked, bespectacled, fishnet wearing woman hanging over a table of diners by a piece of fabric doing some sort of Circque de Soleil thing. I am not sure if it was good or bad that we had reservations to sit outside. Fun from a distance, but probably slightly intersects my feelings about people eating at strip clubs.

Anyway, all in all a great weekend.