First, how much of a one-trick pony am I? Either you see a few pics, or you see a collage, or this mosaic type thing. They should have some sort of program where you just select your pictures and then it automatically puts them in some sort of cool/creative format. Until then... get used to it...
Part II. Again, Seattle was awesome. A few experiences stick out. On the first morning we were there, we got up early and went out to find a good place for breakfast. Breakfast is by far my favorite meal of the day (and by far Karen's least favorite, but she humors me) and I was determined to find a place with 'local flavor' and not eat in one of the 1000 Starbucks that populate every corner and block downtown. Don't get me wrong, I love Starbucks, but they have those everywhere. We walked and walked, probably for about 45 minutes looking for a place, but then we realized that we were downtown, and if it's anything like Boston, there are no good breakfast places downtown. Also, Seattle is very hilly, so after what seemed like an eternity walking up and down hills we finally spotted a sign that said "Breakfast Lunch Dinner" - done. The place we went to was called "Bernards."
It should have been called "Crapnards." You walk into this place and immediately walk downstairs, entering into a windowless dungeon painted dark green with wood paneling and mirrors all over the walls. That should have been our first cue to turn around and get the heck out of there. But, being tired and hungry, we stayed. The service was about what you could expect... Sassy. I think these two broads (and that really is the best description for these women...) had worked there for most of their lives. There seemed to be two other regulars inside, and another table of mortified tourists walked in midway, we should have warned them... And for some reason I got this farmer's omelet that was supposed to be filled with bacon, potatoes, peppers and tomotoes, but ended being filled with nothing but bacon grizzle. Yum... Needless to say, we ended up eating at Starbucks every morning for the rest of the trip. Which brings me to my next story...
Karen was attacked by birds. You read that right, Karen was attacked by birds walking to Starbucks in downtown Seattle. And not only did they fly at her repeatedly, causing her to run for cover, but they also flew at this other lady while Karen was seeking cover. The whole episode was unbelievable. She was walking down the street, heard the bird sounds, next thing she knows it feels like she was hit with a sandbag from behind, she turns around and just sees the swooping wings as the bird flies back up in preparation for another dive bomb! The whole rest of the weekend we were so paranoid about walking along that street, and the annoying thing was that it happened about a block from our hotel, so we couldn't really avoid it.
What else did we do? We took the ferry out to Bainbridge Island, shopped, walked around, bought some stuff for Annie, and had a nice lunch. We also went to one of the best seafood restaurants, Ray's Boathouse - where we also had the best table in the whole place. It was a great wedding, and a great weekend!
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