Day 1: E-ville to Seattle, Aug 3, Friday
The twins standing up and the crib mattress has to be lowered |
Quote of the Day: How early should we leave for the airport?
Weather: Nice in E-ville, pleasant in Seattle
First a brief interlude to
explain that THB and DB took a short trip to LA last week. So short there was
no need to blog. So short that when Southwest cancelled our flight to LA we
switched gears and drove down. And back less than 2 days later.
Post/Pre Book Review: During the drive to/from LA, we made it about 80% of the way
through the audiobook of Graham Nash’s Wild Tales, as read by Nash. Not as
written by Nash; clearly a ghostwriter did the “fill in the blanks” outline for
Nash. And, the tales are wild! Lots of sex, drugs and rock and roll and more drugs, most
interesting once Nash joins up with Crosby and Stills and shortly the 3 add Young, and then Graham gets dumped by Joni Mitchell. Outside of Nash’s activism and a bit
about his early days in Salford, England, this book is solid sex, drugs and
rock and roll. The first album with C&S and the 2nd with Y added are obviously two of the greats of the era.
Now we’re doing a brief
trip to the Northwest. We use Uber (to take advantage of the AMEX monthly
rebate) and the guy speeds by, does a u-turn, and pulls up: his car is dirty,
he doesn’t get out to help put our bags in the trunk (occupied by his open bag
full of smelly gym clothes) and then goes the wrong way towards the Oakland
airport. As we’re getting on the freeway at Powell a guy starts honking at us
and pulls up and is screaming “…you’ve got a flat tire” as loud as he can. We
get off at Grand and stop at corner of Mandela Parkway and Grand (10 minutes later and less than a ½ mile from the loft and right across the street from an old
tire shop), empty out his trunk (no, THB did not take the smelly gym clothes) and
call for another Uber. A car pulls up in less than a minute, car is clean,
driver is competent, and we’re still at the gate with over an hour to go….and
the flight is delayed by 20 minutes.
Travel karma? Then,
somehow, the flight takes off on time and lands on time.
The lightbulb above THB’s
seat is burned (burnt?) out.
It’s 12:45 when we deplane
and so we eat in the airport at a vegetarian place, Floret (there’s a mother
restaurant somewhere in Seattle). Pretty decent black bean sandwich and an
excellent mushroom French dip with sweet potato fries. Along with a Tieton
cider made by S&C, whom we’re spending most of the weekend with running
around Seattle. Lunch: $60.
THB almost jumped off here, the Mariners are hosting the Blue Jays tonight |
Take Link from airport to
within 2 easy blocks of our hotel, $3pp (a real bargain). The room THB had
booked is a suite without a bathtub so we end up switching to a room with a tub
that isn’t a suite and yet is bigger and lighter than the original room.
Looks very familiar |
It's a view room, and a ton of light |
A rain shower bath tub! |
Toilet and shower are behind glass doors |
Plus,
it turns out to be the exact same room we were in when we last stayed in
Seattle (3 years ago?). Very nice…note that the tub is in the middle of the
bathroom and the water comes from the ceiling (meaning you’re taking a rain shower
bath. Mondo bizarre, no?
It's 4 hours until game time, the Blue Jay fans do not like to miss even batting practice |
DB and S studying the big map |
Olafur Eliasson, the Island Series |
Kim Simonsson, Shaman Moss Girl With Birdhouse |
Sigurdur Gudmundsson, Extension |
An early dinner at Copine,
a French spot in Ballard. We linger over a round of drinks (we’re very early)
and then a round of starters (chilled soup, hearts of palm salad, a shared
arugula salad) and four main courses: scallops, halibut, chicken and rack of
lamb. THB and DB share the latter two; THB really like the lamb and the chicken
was very moist. Two desserts: THB and DB have hit the wall and skip dessert) With a bottle of Sancerre and four drinks, $435 for the four of
us.
Back to the hotel with
plenty of time to blog.
Book Review: Furnishing Eternity, A Father, a Son, a Coffin and a Measure of
Life, David Giffels. A memoir of Giffels family and his best friend who dies
within the 5 years that most of the story occupies. The author is a professor
at the University of Akron, a life-long resident of Akron as is his father. Giffels is a
former journalist for the local paper, and an aficionado of new bands (now old
bands), and enthralled with collecting “junk” (including his old 20 room house)
with the idea that everything can be turned into something special. Good news:
his dad is a retired civil engineer with a knack for fine woodworking skills among other talents. Highly Recommended, especially for
those of us getting closer and closer to needing a coffin.
So are you going to stop in Olympia on the way to Portland??
ReplyDeleteOnly if the train makes a stop. We're on the 7:30 train from Seattle...I promise to post a pic of you waving!!!!
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