We headed out to Seattle a few weeks ago for a long weekend of art-gazing and subsequent banter and ganders at the ocean followed by good food. To read about the art we saw and my critique, click here. It was the perfect treat for us; the mini hiatus gave us time to really think about important things like how MTV is no longer for people our age. I mean, I remember Tabitha Soren from when I was 14 and I thought she was old enough to be my mom’s younger sister–like mid-thirties. Turns out she was like 24? weird. You see, we get to watch *cable* when we stay in a hotel. It is one of my favorite parts.
Seattle was fab. We stayed at the Ace Hotel and our room had a secret passageway to the bathroom that I was totally obsessed with. We entered our room and I was all where’s the bathroom and then we noticed the break in the wall and I pushed just to the left of the break. We held our breathes and the wall swung out to reveal a huge bathroom with robes made just for us.
Thursday was delayed because we stopped off in Kellogg, Idaho real quick like and ended up buying a car. I know! I can’t believe it. But it is delicious and has heated seats and that is really all that you need to know. Heated seats in a 1987 Pontiac and I’d be a happy girl. I like the stats on miles per gallon too. The below pic features the surreal building where we signed papers. The walls were covered ceiling to floor with a horrible western mural and everything taxidermied you can imagine–from sheep to geese to great white shark. It was about 7pm and there were about forty employees busily working in this sleepy Idaho panhandle town. The dealership sells 1400 cars a month. We gave them a notch on their belt.
Friday involved the drive from Post Falls in our luxury auto and a trip to the Seattle Art Museum. It all culminated in a dreamy meal at Margery. I had a pork chop and buttery grits. Andy had a tri-tip steak with tiny potatoes and veggies. I forgot the capacity of my uterus-constricted stomach and ate my whole meal, nine glasses of water and a few delicious sips of Andy’s wine. I could hardly move. But it was totally worth it.
Saturday we hit the Frye Museum, Western Bridge, the new library, seven galleries and the sculpture park. Then we ate tapas with my cousin and her man at Black Bottle. The waiter was kind of an idiot from Kentucky but otherwise, the food and company were exceptional.
Sunday morning we went to IKEA for the first time ever in our lives. Well, I tried once before with my friend Paige but it was clear she was enduring torture for me so we left. I heart and hate that store. After three hours we were bleary eyed and exhausted like true American consumers. But, man we got some good stuff including but not limited to a book shelf, a rug for bug’s room, a step stool, a bath mat and these amazing hooks that are dog’s butts and the part you hang stuff on looks just like Alice’s tail.
It was only 1pm. So then we ventured out to the Henry Art Gallery to meet up with some of Andy’s fam and back downtown for pants shopping for Andy. I was so tired by the time we landed at Banana Republic that I was scaring myself. I didn’t even look at the sale rack. It was pathetic. Before the prenatal meltdown I did score two pairs of earrings at the Nordstrom Rack.
We got sushi and a lecture at Noshi. The lecture involved my not eating too much soy sauce while with child. Americans eat too much soy sauce. You are fine with raw fish, just stay away from that soy sauce! We didn’t even get to have a say because she gave us three unsatisfying packets of Kikomans. I think I miss sushi the most being pregnant. I want to eat platters of raw fish bathing neatly on rice balls. I want to soak the sticky white boogers in lots of soy sauce and wasabi.
That was it. Then we drove home and that’s it for a few years. Not that we can’t travel. Bug already has a few trips in her first few months of breathing. I just mean like that. Just us. It has been just us for 11 years so it is hard to imagine it with another human that we created and like a whole lot. I am excited for it though.
wow. i’m always so impressed with your pics, but even moreso with how well-suited you guys are for each other (even though I can’t imagine Andy was lovin’ that trip to IKEA). Still, I am jealous of the trip. And miss you a ton.