Seattlin' once more
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I am told that there was a definite Marine Mammal sighted on the ferry while I was in the restroom. I can say without reservation that I saw a curiously lumpy log that /may/ have been a sea lion. Other than that, and the acquisition of Cadbury eggs on the way back, the trip home went without incident. Sunday evening we finished Slings and Arrows ("It's not a /crime/ to perform musical theatre, Richard!").
Monday there were pancakes (yay!) and a visit to the grave of Bruce and Brandon Lee. I'd always thought the only semifamous person I shared a birthday with was William Fichtner; turns out Bruce Lee's on that list as well. The graves are quite tasteful, and reflect the sensibilities of their times. (There's a random Irish grave from the late 1800s next to them. Quite odd.)
After the pilgrimage there was Tibetan food (mmm naan) and a used bookstore (mmm books). Then we decided the cold had gotten the better of us both, and came home. Whereupon I declared that my head was full of slugs gnawing on the insides of my eyeballs, and so we napped for the better part of an hour. (Or maybe longer. I'm not certain.) Then dinner, followed by
nixve's class, for the duration of which I wandered the University district.
Two more used bookstores (at only one of which I spent money), a few other random shops, and the successful end to my side-quest for ice cream that had begun on gorgeous rambly Thursday. Not really the best weather for it but I had my ice cream. Then since it was getting colder and later, I found my way to the large cathedral-like library with Zs and Ls in its name. Suzzallo, I believe.) The inside reminds me a lot of the Tech library, only somewhat less imposing and occasionally more architecturally impressive. Maybe more like the Tech library crossed with the Torgerson bridge. A good place. They had an exhibit of the books and engravings of Enid Mark. For some reason the idea of 'books as art' leaves me a bit cold. The engravings were all quite good, though.
And then we went home, and I morosely packed, and we slept, and woke up too early and put me on an airplane to Denver. The Denver airport is rather bland and inoffensive, for an airport. That plus the sleep-dep and general sinus wooziness probably explains why, when they called for volunteers to be bumped from the Denver-O'Hare flight in exchange for a free round-trip ticket anywhere in the lower '48, I said 'sure, why not?' They promised to put me on a flight to Dulles no later than midnight. I think I actually said "eep." But hey, if I'm already too woozy to care about my surroundings, what's one more ridiculously late night? As it happened they managed to squeeze me onto a plane that got in at sixish, thus getting me home /earlier/ than I'd expected to. So, sometimes these things just work out. (I still hate Dulles.)
The End. Until next time, anyway.
I am told that there was a definite Marine Mammal sighted on the ferry while I was in the restroom. I can say without reservation that I saw a curiously lumpy log that /may/ have been a sea lion. Other than that, and the acquisition of Cadbury eggs on the way back, the trip home went without incident. Sunday evening we finished Slings and Arrows ("It's not a /crime/ to perform musical theatre, Richard!").
Monday there were pancakes (yay!) and a visit to the grave of Bruce and Brandon Lee. I'd always thought the only semifamous person I shared a birthday with was William Fichtner; turns out Bruce Lee's on that list as well. The graves are quite tasteful, and reflect the sensibilities of their times. (There's a random Irish grave from the late 1800s next to them. Quite odd.)
After the pilgrimage there was Tibetan food (mmm naan) and a used bookstore (mmm books). Then we decided the cold had gotten the better of us both, and came home. Whereupon I declared that my head was full of slugs gnawing on the insides of my eyeballs, and so we napped for the better part of an hour. (Or maybe longer. I'm not certain.) Then dinner, followed by
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Two more used bookstores (at only one of which I spent money), a few other random shops, and the successful end to my side-quest for ice cream that had begun on gorgeous rambly Thursday. Not really the best weather for it but I had my ice cream. Then since it was getting colder and later, I found my way to the large cathedral-like library with Zs and Ls in its name. Suzzallo, I believe.) The inside reminds me a lot of the Tech library, only somewhat less imposing and occasionally more architecturally impressive. Maybe more like the Tech library crossed with the Torgerson bridge. A good place. They had an exhibit of the books and engravings of Enid Mark. For some reason the idea of 'books as art' leaves me a bit cold. The engravings were all quite good, though.
And then we went home, and I morosely packed, and we slept, and woke up too early and put me on an airplane to Denver. The Denver airport is rather bland and inoffensive, for an airport. That plus the sleep-dep and general sinus wooziness probably explains why, when they called for volunteers to be bumped from the Denver-O'Hare flight in exchange for a free round-trip ticket anywhere in the lower '48, I said 'sure, why not?' They promised to put me on a flight to Dulles no later than midnight. I think I actually said "eep." But hey, if I'm already too woozy to care about my surroundings, what's one more ridiculously late night? As it happened they managed to squeeze me onto a plane that got in at sixish, thus getting me home /earlier/ than I'd expected to. So, sometimes these things just work out. (I still hate Dulles.)
The End. Until next time, anyway.
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Date: 2007-04-13 04:17 pm (UTC)And some great stuff (http://www.dailyrotten.com/archive/2006/_2006-11-27.html) happened on your last birthday, too!
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:51 pm (UTC)Looks like it was a great trip. The Garden House is so very cool. I am dying to stay there. (I'm sure it helps that I'm short.)
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:27 pm (UTC)You really don't notice the height inside at all; the dormers are just that huge, and the space is just that well-designed. (Well, okay, the bathroom feels just a little cramped.) It really is very cool. I may have to build my own house like that someday.
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-13 10:17 pm (UTC)mmm, photographic evidence. I'll post mine soon. In the meantime, I'm going to icon a few of yours.
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Date: 2007-04-15 06:52 pm (UTC)*blush* I'm flattered.