I just spent the day in Seattle, with one of my best friends. We rode the light rail into downtown, hit up this place:
Ate at this place:
Hit up this place:
Totally stopped by to say hi to the mermaid at her very first store:
And after that we just walked around Seattle talking and this Guy…
Sara brought me a dress for me to wear into town, and I noticed I was getting noticed by men. I’m not used to dressing up nice, but I definitely understood the look when I saw it. We laughed about it; I think I like my sweats. It felt like I had a weird, feminine superpower that I never tap into. I just want to live on some mountain. Life is simpler there.
And we rode the lightrail all the way back, drove home, and just sat on my bed and talked a bunch more about life. Shasta the kitten hopped up into my lap, and for a few moments everything was perfect. Then we got ready for dinner and went to a nice restaurant on the harbor, where we feasted on happy hour delicacies. Server was nice, food was beyond tasty, and my company choice. Right now she’s asleep in the living room, curled up on the couch by the fire.
Tomorrow we conquer the space needle while dining at Sky City restaurant. Mhmm.