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Best weekend of my life
Seriously. The weekend I spent in Seattle was amazing. I was happy the entire time (which doesn't happen often). I feel like I had this amazing love affair with the city. I've never been on E but I'd imagine this is what it's like: I was so incredibly happy, and then when I left all I wanted to do is cry (I still do).
(And keep in mind while reading this that I didn't sleep much last night, so if it doesn't make sense, that's why).
Friday was spent on Bainbridge Island. It's a gorgeous place. Very calm. Small-town-here (v. big-city-there, which I'll get to in a minute). It's about a half hour ferry ride away from Seattle. Had a great time with my brother and sister-in-law. I miss being close to them. Friday night was spent walking around Capitol Hill with Jason (Wirth). It was kind of a blur at first because he was showing me so much of the city. The rest of it was kind of a blur because of the wine. It was so much fun. I have this newfound respect for Jason. We spent hours just talking. I want his library. My god that man has a lot of really fucking cool books. I couldn't tell you the titles of most of them to save my life, but I'm going to remedy that. I'm also going to send him some good music. Should be fun.
Saturday was spent with Dan (my brother) and Dawnise (my sister-in-law) walking around the city. We went to the library (holy fuck), Pike Place Market (saw the first Starbucks--the original logo is pretty cool. Also saw the restaurant where they filmed Tom Hanks and Rob Reiner eating in Sleepless in Seattle), and a bunch of little stores all over. It was great, but I was really tired from the whole three hours of sleep I got the night before.
Sunday we got up early to go have breakfast in the city at the Crumpet Shop. Tea and Crumpets: awesome. Went back to the market. We went to the Seattle Center: saw the space needle (but didn't go up), and went to the science museum. Then we rode the ducks. Really touristy, which I'm not a fan of, but got to see the Sleepless in Seattle houseboat (if you hadn't guessed, I'm a fan of the movie). Oh, and random bit of useless information: the professor from Gilligan's Island lives on Bainbridge Island. Sunday night we went to dinner at my brother's friend's house. It was kind of odd because it was a bunch of his coworkers (and I haven't really been around any of my brothers friends since I was little). I guess it was my first real grownup experience with my brother.
Monday I walked around the city by myself. Went back to Pike Place Market. Glad I did--it was so much better without all the tourists just staring at shit. I bought a really cool purse and I managed to get a drink at the first Starbucks (which is the only unoriginal thing in the market, and that's only because it was grandfathered in). There are so many cool shops there. I could have stayed there forever, but I wanted to make sure to go back to the library. I only got through a few floors Saturday (there are nine main floors) and I wanted to at least see a few more. Then I walked to Seattle University so I could sit in on Jason's Buddhist philosophy class. Interesting, but as with most of his stuff, I didn't understand nearly as much as I would have liked to. After the class he showed me more of Capitol Hill, including an incredible view from Volunteer Park.
I didn't want to come back to Georgia. I love my friends here, but I want to be in Seattle. Especially since most of my friends would fit better in Seattle anyway. I can't describe how great my experience was. I didn't take pictures--it felt wrong to do so; I can't really explain why. I just kept thinking that I didn't need to because I knew I would be back. And it's true. I will be back there. Probably very soon.
Part of me wants to tell every detail of my trip, and part of me feels like I'm betraying the experience by saying anything, so I think I've got a pretty good medium here.
Love.
Seriously. The weekend I spent in Seattle was amazing. I was happy the entire time (which doesn't happen often). I feel like I had this amazing love affair with the city. I've never been on E but I'd imagine this is what it's like: I was so incredibly happy, and then when I left all I wanted to do is cry (I still do).
(And keep in mind while reading this that I didn't sleep much last night, so if it doesn't make sense, that's why).
Friday was spent on Bainbridge Island. It's a gorgeous place. Very calm. Small-town-here (v. big-city-there, which I'll get to in a minute). It's about a half hour ferry ride away from Seattle. Had a great time with my brother and sister-in-law. I miss being close to them. Friday night was spent walking around Capitol Hill with Jason (Wirth). It was kind of a blur at first because he was showing me so much of the city. The rest of it was kind of a blur because of the wine. It was so much fun. I have this newfound respect for Jason. We spent hours just talking. I want his library. My god that man has a lot of really fucking cool books. I couldn't tell you the titles of most of them to save my life, but I'm going to remedy that. I'm also going to send him some good music. Should be fun.
Saturday was spent with Dan (my brother) and Dawnise (my sister-in-law) walking around the city. We went to the library (holy fuck), Pike Place Market (saw the first Starbucks--the original logo is pretty cool. Also saw the restaurant where they filmed Tom Hanks and Rob Reiner eating in Sleepless in Seattle), and a bunch of little stores all over. It was great, but I was really tired from the whole three hours of sleep I got the night before.
Sunday we got up early to go have breakfast in the city at the Crumpet Shop. Tea and Crumpets: awesome. Went back to the market. We went to the Seattle Center: saw the space needle (but didn't go up), and went to the science museum. Then we rode the ducks. Really touristy, which I'm not a fan of, but got to see the Sleepless in Seattle houseboat (if you hadn't guessed, I'm a fan of the movie). Oh, and random bit of useless information: the professor from Gilligan's Island lives on Bainbridge Island. Sunday night we went to dinner at my brother's friend's house. It was kind of odd because it was a bunch of his coworkers (and I haven't really been around any of my brothers friends since I was little). I guess it was my first real grownup experience with my brother.
Monday I walked around the city by myself. Went back to Pike Place Market. Glad I did--it was so much better without all the tourists just staring at shit. I bought a really cool purse and I managed to get a drink at the first Starbucks (which is the only unoriginal thing in the market, and that's only because it was grandfathered in). There are so many cool shops there. I could have stayed there forever, but I wanted to make sure to go back to the library. I only got through a few floors Saturday (there are nine main floors) and I wanted to at least see a few more. Then I walked to Seattle University so I could sit in on Jason's Buddhist philosophy class. Interesting, but as with most of his stuff, I didn't understand nearly as much as I would have liked to. After the class he showed me more of Capitol Hill, including an incredible view from Volunteer Park.
I didn't want to come back to Georgia. I love my friends here, but I want to be in Seattle. Especially since most of my friends would fit better in Seattle anyway. I can't describe how great my experience was. I didn't take pictures--it felt wrong to do so; I can't really explain why. I just kept thinking that I didn't need to because I knew I would be back. And it's true. I will be back there. Probably very soon.
Part of me wants to tell every detail of my trip, and part of me feels like I'm betraying the experience by saying anything, so I think I've got a pretty good medium here.
Love.