First of all, if you read Cindy's blog, please pretend that this is all news to you.
Monday morning I took a brief, impulsive trip . . .
Just joking! I went to Seattle to see Cindy.
You see, a couple of weeks ago Cindy said to me "Hey, I've got these tickets for a joke show, you should come out and see it" and she was all joking and I joked back "Yeah, maybe I will." But here's the thing . . . I wasn't really joking, because I did go to Seattle.
We ate at the Honey Hole.
But I was still hungry so went to Tacos del Mar.
Then we went to the Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum. Not to be negative or infer that I didn't like either museum, but if you're ever considering going, it's just better that you don't.
These were the jokes.
The next morning I got up and took a walk
To the most corporate looking Taco Time I've ever seen
Because, as you know, I cannot resist regional fast food. Particularly if it is Mexican.
Then that afternoon I went downtown with Cindy and her roommate Jane and we ate at Ivar's.
We were also joined by Melanee (who I once knew as "Luckee Martini") who I hadn't seen in ages. She has three kids now!
We fed the seagulls. Feeding seagulls is primarily a terrifying activity.
It was Jane's birthday so that night I got to go to her birthday dinner at Sam's Sushi (which was magnificent)
And then it was time to go home to New York, except for one little thing.
I feel this picture really captures the essence of being stuck at an airport in the middle of the night, wondering if the engine can be fixed or not.