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December 14, 2012

Seattle Trip #2

My goodness! I don't know why I've had such an aversion to blogging lately. Well, yes, actually, I do know why I haven't blogged for the last couple of months -- I've been outrageously busy:  Trip to Denver for caption training, starting captioning, trip to Salt Lake City, two church callings (primary secretary, primary chorister), and being involved in three different church Christmas parties (primary, relief society, and ward). Eric, who is a convert and had never been to a ward Christmas party, was in charge of the entire ward party! And he (and all those who helped) did a wonderful job.What a trooper he is! I cooked 20 pounds of potatoes for the party. My kitchen was comically messy afterwards. Another story for another time.

So yeah, I've been really busy lately, and blogging was the last thing on my mind. In fact, the only reason I'm doing it right now is because these guys are here for a visit and it's insomniac time (maybe I'll start having my blogging be a monthly thing...):

Before the end of October, though, I really have no excuses besides laziness for not blogging. So let's try to rectify this blogging hiatus.

So remember that list of summer happenings I made?  I guess we'd better take a look at that. Maybe by this upcoming summer I'll have finished telling you about last summer.
"Blanche, these are the schedules we couldn't find for last semester. Now, maybe next year you'll find the ones for this semester."

Seattle Trip #2

No pretenses were made in regard to the purpose of this trip:  food and clothes. That's right, we were going to Seattle again specifically to eat more Tom Douglas food and to go to cheap outlet stores in between Vancouver and Seattle. Site seeing?  Nah. We'd already done that the first time. We didn't even have the excuse of going to a show or concert like the first time with Celtic Woman.

Since we had already planned this trip around Tom Douglas food and outlet shopping, I figured I should at least attempt to make our trip less pathetic by looking online and seeing what was going on in Seattle when we were going to be there.

Oh, my lucky stars! We could not have been more fortunate with what I found! The days we would be in Seattle were also the last two showings of the 25th Anniversary Production of Les Misérables (look at me being all fancy and putting the French "e" thingy in there). Our trip instantly became considerably less pathetic and considerably, ridiculously more awesome!

I took a ton of pictures the last time we went to Seattle, so you hardly get any pictures this time. Deal with it! There wasn't a lot to take pictures of anyway; every restaurant we went to was Tom Douglas, only one of them being a new one (Lola's, his breakfast/Greek restaurant), and the outlet mall in Tulalip isn't horribly exciting.

Thus, we begin our journey from Vancouver to Seattle, about a two-and-a-half-hour drive. At least that's typically how long it would take. But, unfortunately, we left on a Saturday morning. Humongous lines at the border! Waiting at the border added at least an extra hour to the trip.

Yay! Traffic lines stretching back miles and miles from the border itself.

Lovin' the lines. Oh, well. At least we have the Les Misérables soundtrack.

Huzzah! The Americas!

American flag made from flowers! They had a Canadian one on the way back, but we were kind of done with pictures by that point. We were kind of done with pictures on the first day.

Finally! The actual border is in sight!

Made it to Seattle.

This time we stayed in the Hotel Andra. It had Lola's (Tom Douglas Greek/breakfast) in the lobby!! And the Tom Douglas bakery, Dahlia Lounge (another Tom Douglas restaurant; we haven't tried it yet because it's real faaaancy), and Serious Pie (the pizza restaurant) right across the street! Considering that the majority of the trip was about Tom Douglas restaurants, this hotel was clearly an outstanding pick.

Settled in at the hotel. On our way out for our first Tom Douglas restaurant: Etta's.

Turns out, Etta's had just barely closed so they could make the transition from lunchtime to dinnertime. Argh! Those jerks! Didn't they know I'd been driving for hours and was starving! So we had to wait around Pike Place for an hour. The nerve. 

Ach, I know, having to walk around Pike Place on a gorgeous day; what a chore! But you guys, I was so hungry! I was moving into "hangry" territory.

Hangry: The emotion you feel when you are so hungry that you become irrationally angry and hate the world and everything contained within it. Nothing can quench this emotion except copious amounts of food, toot sweet.

When I have my hopes set on something (especially food) and they are dashed (even in the most minuscule of ways) I turn into an inconsolable 5-year-old.

And it was so hot! And I was in stupid, uncomfortable, restricting, sweaty jeans. A pox upon them and all their kin.

So what I'm getting at is that I walked around Pike Place for an hour looking like this:

"I'm Crabby Appleton, I'm rotten to the core."

We eventually saw someone walking around with an éclair (ooh, more fancy French flourishes), and it became our mission to find an éclair of our very own. I plowed my way through the obnoxious throng until I got to a large dessert stand. We bought ourselves an éclair, and in my hangriness, I went a little overboard and bought some cinnamon concoction that was bigger than my head -- I didn't even end up eating it. It just sat in our hotel room making everything smell of cinnamon, which I was totally fine with. A little dessert potpourri. Lovely.

We walked back to Etta's with our tasty prizes and sat in the shade of a tree for the remainder of our hour-long wait. Eating some éclair and sitting in the shade made me much more agreeable.

We thought we should get some pictures of the trip, so we took a gagillion "cutesy pictures". Sadly, this burned us out for picture taking. No pictures were taken the following days.

We are love. Yes, we epitomise love.

Sweet merciful crap, it was bright that day! We're both dying here.

I am the Freckle Queen!

Finally we were let into Etta's. I had the fish monger's stew, as I had been craving it. It was magically delicious, but it seems it is a seasonal stew; so it was slightly different than the previous stew I had had. I was a little sad about this because I had been craving the one from before, but the new stew made up for it by being stupidly good.

After our late lunch we walked to the Tom Douglas bakery, which, remember, is right across from our hotel. Eric didn't know it yet, but I had already planned on getting a helping of the transcendent doughnuts every day we were there. Eric did not object to this. We both picked up a packet of doughnuts and some other goodies to have for later, and then went down for our afternoon naps in our air-conditioned hotel room. Mmm.

When we woke up it was time to go to Les Misérables.

Sweet mother of mystery! It's Les Mis!

I am a HUGE musical nerd. My three favorite musicals are Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, and Wicked. I had already seen Phantom in Calgary and Wicked in New York years ago. This one was the last one in my musical trifecta. The white whale that had eluded me for so long. I was pretty much hyperventilating before we even got into the theater.

And, oh baby, we had gotten seats that were so close to the stage! It was inevitable: I was going to be a mess during this performance.

I was already losing it during the overture! By the time Valjean sang "What Have I Done" I was openly weeping. Seriously! That song is, like, six minutes into the show and I was already falling apart!


The actor playing Jean Valjean was Peter Lockyer. I cannot praise this man enough. Words do not describe his brilliance. When scriptures refer to heavenly hosts singing or choirs of angels, this man is leading them. When he was singing "What Have I Done," I had to stop myself from going up to him on stage, giving him a hug, and telling him everything was going to be all right.

And if we had chosen the last performance, the matinee the next day, we wouldn't have gotten to see Peter Lockyer; it would have been his understudy. So fortuitous!

By the time he sang "Bring Him Home," I couldn't even cry any more. My tears were entranced.

You can find some clips on Youtube of Peter Lockyer singing, but it doesn't do him justice.

Because this was an anniversary edition they had revamped some of the sets and whatnot. Seriously, just amazing! All of my senses were so enraptured. Touch: The theater was nice and cool; Sight: The sets were gorgeous and even the theater was really neat looking; Hearing: The singing was superb; And even my sense of smell was being satisfied. The girl next to me was wearing incredible smelling perfume. I was really tempted to ask her what it was, but thought that might be a little creepy...
I totally should have asked her. Then every time I smelled the perfume I would be transported back to Les Mis

After the show. I'm a little red-eyed.

I was gushing after the show. I couldn't get enough Les Mis. When I get excited about one of my fandoms, everything I do has to be about that fandom until my excitement cools down a bit (refer to my hillbilly phase). So I was going on and on about how great the show was and how I just couldn't get enough of it! Oh, how I wished we'd brought the Les Mis movie with us. No, it's no Les Misérables the musical, but it's still Les Mis, and I love it. I mean, Liam Neeson! Geoffrey Rush! Still so good! But not to worry because:
Yeah, he's spectacular.

We went to Palace Kitchen after the show. It was just dumb how good it was. I had pork ravioli and Eric had the chicken wings he had had the last time we were there. For dessert we had some marvelous chocolate masterpiece. Then we walked back to the hotel in perfect weather and fell asleep to Les Misérables the movie. It was a pretty sublime night.

The rest of the trip was delightful, but not horribly exciting. The next morning we went to Serious Biscuit and got the exact same things as the last time. Then we went shopping for a while. After shopping we went to get our doughnuts for that day. Shopping and walking around in the heat tuckered me out, so we went back to the hotel and I had a nap while Eric was fantastic and went to get us Serious Pie take-out pizza. 

After we ate pizza and some dessert leftovers we went to The Amazing Spider-Man at the Cinerama (same theater as last time. Really, this second trip to Seattle was basically a reenactment of our first trip to Seattle). We also got choc-pop again. The movie and the choc pop were both most excellent. 

The next morning we were leaving, but we had enough time to go to Lola's before we left. I got eggs benedict (exquisite) and Eric got pancakes (uuh, droooool).  We were so full by this point. But we had to have our last doughnuts! It was our last chance! We got the doughnuts, but I couldn't finish them! I WAS JUST TOO FULL OF DELICIOUS FOODS! I HAD TO THROW SOME AWAY! It was such a travesty! Eric and I joked about how our most precious commodity during this trip was our hunger. We had such little time to try to eat as much Tom Douglas food as we could. If only we could have banked our fullness. But alas, I wasted a couple Tom Douglas doughnuts. Sigh.

Then it was on to Tulalip for the outlet mall and then back to Vancouver. Ta da! Eric's third trip to Seattle and my second. 

September 13, 2012


I have a blog? Oh, yeah!
Just kidding, I didn't forget. I've just been horribly neglectful towards mein own blog. I would say there are two reasons for this:

1. There have been so many things to write about, and they just kept piling up with me not writing about them; therefore, the idea of catching up the blog became daunting and intimidating. And I'm just so lazy, people!

2.  It was summer! Give me a break. I still maintain a childlike idealization of summer in that it is a break from life and you just get to play all day.

BUT summer fun has settled down, and I should now have more time on my hands. So I propose I make a list of things I have been meaning to write about, and I will slowly but surely tackle these subjects. You see, if  I put the list here on my blog, I can't *back out of at least mentioning some little blurb about the different summer events. Now, I'm not promising that I'll be very prompt with these posts nor that they will be sequential. I may get fed up with catching up on summer events and do a blog or two in between summer posts. In fact, I'm not even going to promise that I won't back out of this endeavour altogether (*yes, I'm contradicting myself a little here). However, I promise I will try to blog more and catch up the blog.

Behold, THE LIST!

  1. Seattle Trip #2
  2. Nanaimo Trip #1 and Victoria trip #2
  3. Captioning Assessment
  4. Moving from Vancouver
  5. Lake 5, Montana
  6. Hiking
  7. Moving to Calgary
There you have it: The list of summertime blog posts. You may now await them with bated breath. I know, my life is so thrilling to all of you.

Also, happy 23rd birthday to me tomorrow!

June 08, 2012

I Heart Hillbillies

I'm going through a silly phase right now, a hillbilly phase, as it were.

I've gone through obsessive phases for as long as I can remember: Celtic phase, Disney phase, musical phase, fantasy phase, vampire phase (before Twilight, I might add), Tom Cruise phase, Ian Thorpe phase, the list goes on.

The reason behind this hillbilly phase is the History channel's Hatfields & McCoys. Eric and I had seen a trailer for it when we were in Seattle, and I've been looking forward to it ever since.

Now, I was all kinds of ill this weekend owing to "Scarlett coming home to Tara." This is a pretty accurate representation of how my "time of the month" typically goes:

I'm a redhead now, by the way.

My periods have never been ideal, as depicted by the drawings. My ovaries like to be big, fat jerks. But this last weekend, they were in full force. They went completely Rambo on me and were taking no prisoners!

I think they were displeased with me for using modern day science to delay my period for a week. Their displeasure was palpable. I was pretty much on bed rest all weekend. This period ranks pretty high on my "worst period ever" list.

You're probably wondering what this abominable period has to do with my hillbilly phase. Well, not only was I sick and crampy enough to be pretty certain that I wasn't going to be making it to church on Sunday, but even during my typical periods my ovaries like to party it up all night and turn me into an insomniac (worse than I usually am).
I don't know why I'm so amused by personifying my ovaries.
So with this rabid, mutant period I was having, I was certain I would be getting little to no sleep Saturday night. So mine and Eric's Sunday was going to be spent watching Hatfields & McCoys, along with my dear old friend, Mr. Hotpad. It's a three part mini series. So we needed a good amount of time to watch it.

I was already really excited to watch Hatfields & McCoys, but when I pass over into the wee hours of the morning, I enter a zone in which I get absurdly excitable. It probably didn't help that I was doped up on Midol.

In anticipation for watching Hatfields & McCoys when Eric woke up, I was looking up all of the Hatfield and McCoy stuff online I could find. I'd already watched the trailers, but because of the "excitable zone," I was watching them over and over and working myself up into an excited frenzy.

The trailers are so well made! And I love the song they use. It works so well. It's called Bartholomew by The Silent Comedy. Eric and I have been listening to it non stop all week.

Without ruining too much of the story for myself, I was also reading about the Hatfield-McCoy feud on Wikipedia. This was also getting me outrageously excited because I couldn't believe that this was actually the story! That this was actual history that happened. Absolutely outrageous!

By the time 8:00 rolled around, I was still awake and acting like a kid on Christmas. I couldn't wait for Eric to wake up!

I eventually decided, however, that I needed to sleep. I couldn't handle my excitement or waiting for Eric to wake up any longer, and I was getting a headache. 

I had been sleeping for less than an hour when some noise woke both Eric and me up. I thought it was wake-up time, and I got excited all over again! I told Eric all about my late night hillbilly excitement and how painful it had been to wait for him to wake up so that we could watch Hatfields & McCoys. But Eric was in no way ready to wake up yet and was very bewildered by my exuberance, to say the least.

I couldn't make myself fall back asleep again. It was hard enough the first time. So I just stayed up and chatted with my mother online, who was also sick and staying home from church. 

Finally, Eric woke up! And we were off to watch the hillbillies!
Eric and I both enjoyed Hatfields & McCoys immensely! Ever since we watched it, Eric and I haven't been able to stop ourselves from talking with Southern accents and throwing hillbilly slang in our everyday conversation: reckon, yonder, y'all, tarnation, fetchin', howdy, etc...

And I've got to imagine that since it was done by the History channel it's fairly accurate too. There are some things I have my doubts about, but for the most part, it seems like it is accurate. The casting crew took some liberties, though, I'm sure. You know, with this being the movie version of Johnse Hatfield and Roseanna McCoy:
And this being the real life Johnse Hatfield and Roseanna McCoy: 

The same goes for other characters as well.

And I love Kevin Costner and Bill Paxton as the hillbilly clan leaders. I just loved so much about this movie.

I definitely would recommend this mini series. 

Eric and I weren't done with hillbillies after we finished Hatfields & McCoys, though (it was mostly me who wasn't). So now we are watching the TV series Justified. I've wanted to watch it for quite a while now because my mom and brother watch it, and I watched a bit of it with them over Christmas and quite liked it. The timing was perfect to start watching it now, though, what with my hillbilly phase. Eric and I are loving Justified! How could you not love this swaggery U.S. Marshal?
Raylan Givens, or as Eric and I like to call him, Ray-Ray.

And that is the silly, obsessive phase I'm going through right now, hillbillies, all thanks to Hatfields & McCoys

Who knew I enjoyed bluegrass music so much! I also really want to go horseback riding now, and I'm suddenly very proud of my own somewhat redneck  heritage. 

I shall now conclude this post with one of my favorite and most amusing redneck/whitetrash memories. It may not be amusing to everyone, but it sure is amusing to me, and I'm sure my mom will get a kick out of it as well.

When I was little, my family had a barbecue at my grandma's house. My grandma's house is really close to my parents' house. So my dad had brought our barbecue over to her backyard. When the barbecue was over, my mom and I walked the short distance home through an empty lot behind my grandma's house. While we were walking, we saw my dad putt-putting down the street on a lawn mower with the barbecue hooked to the back while a little grease can that was attached to the barbecue swung back and forth.

Dimensions are hard.
My mom and I both gave each other a bewildered look, and then I said:

Upon which we both started laughing uproariously.

Oh, how I love my pa; and I do actually call him pa, that's not just part of my hillbilly phase. It started out as a joke to me alone, and then I just started to always call him pa.

And now I miss Raymond and my own hick family. Can't wait to see you all soon!

April 27, 2012


Eric and I had a blast in Seattle. We already miss it and are horribly distraught to be back in Vancouver. Sigh, we just want to be done our time in Vancouver. Blasted lease, how you chain us!

We're like Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin: we just want to be back in the Shire (Alberta). We're quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. I'm clearly watching Lord of the Rings right now.

But really, it's not that Vancouver is horrible; it's just not for Eric and me.

Back to Seattle, though. As promised, Eric and I were uncharacteristic and took a pretty decent amount of pictures. I have posted a plethora of these pictures, and we shall now go through them. Be aware, however, that a good portion of the trip was spent stuffing our gobs, also as promised.
Pacific Central Train Station at an ungodly hour.
Eric's being helpful and pointing the station out for you.
Don't judge us; it's somewhere around 6 a.m.
Sleepy but excited!
On the train. We paid a little extra for business class. We're so fancy! The only thing that seemed "fancy" about business class, though, was that we didn't have to sit facing complete strangers. So I guess it was worth it.
We're pretty adorable. Ain't no thang.
Mountains in the background. Our seats were stupid and were in between two windows, so we didn't have our own window. We had to look across the way to see anything.
Unimpressed by something? Probably how early it was.

Thumbs up for Seattle
Train mac and cheese. Not particularly tasty.
Train breakfast bagel. Also not particularly tasty.
We really just wanted one of these cookies because of Seinfeld.
"Two races of flavour living side by side. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it?"
"Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate, and yet somehow racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to the cookie, all our problems would be solved."
"Look to the cookie, Elaine. Look to the cookie."
Chillin' at the hotel.
More hotel. More chillin'.

Eric figuring out what fun things we're going to be doing.
Hi there!
View from the hotel. We weren't high up enough for the view to be all that spectacular, but our hotel, the Westin, was in such a great location! Everything we needed to get to was just a short walk away.
More view.
More view.
We loved having one of these mirrors to point out our deepest flaws.
Hi there!
Sweet two-headed shower head.
Nice try. Give us two shower heads and tell us not to use one of them? I think not.
This picture was in the bathroom, and at first glance it looked like it was a shower head. We then realized that because we were in Seattle it was more likely that it was the Space Needle... Good one, us.
Our first foods in Seattle. It was pretty much the only place we ate at that wasn't a Tom Douglas restaurant.
I'm piggin' out in the background.
Let me explain about Tom Douglas: Tom Douglas is simply amazing! He's a chef that has a bunch of restaurants in Seattle. Eric had been to Seattle once before a few years ago, and he went to some of Tom Douglas's restaurants at that time. Eric has raved about Tom Douglas and his food ever since. So even before we went to Seattle, we knew that it would basically be: Paige and Eric's trip to Seattle: A Tour of Tom Douglas Restaurants.
Hom nom nom!
So tasty.
Mine and Eric's go-to-burrito place is Mucho Burrito, which we love, but it was nice to have a new and different burrito. Oh, wonderful, wonderful American fast food.
So chock full of goodness!
For the pa!
De-greased and heading out to dinner at our first Tom Douglas restaurant!
Saw this on the way to dinner. Blunch? 
First Tom Douglas restaurant on the agenda: Palace Kitchen.
Anxiously awaiting our food at Palace Kitchen 
Hi there.
Yum, bread with balsamic vinegar and olive oil. I looove balsamic vinegar and bread.
Oh, bread, how I love you.
Eric's wood grilled chicken wings with coriander cream. They were absurdly good, and I don't even like chicken wings that much!
My whole Idaho trout! Soooo good! And I got mashed potatoes and sauteed greens on the side, which were phenomenal. I also got a pomegranate lemonade. Mmmm.
Triple coconut cream pie. We didn't even need to look at the menu. Eric has wanted this ever since he last went to Seattle. It was silly amounts of good.
Diggin' in. Eric and I are beasts when it comes to dessert. It's a race to see who gets to eat the most.
So ecstatically happy!
After dinner we walked across the street to the Cinerama where they were having a Sci-fi film festival. The movie playing when we were there was 2001: A Space Odyssey, which worked out well because I had never seen it and Eric's a Stanley Kubrick fan; me: less so. I find Kubrick's work to be all right but feel that Kubrick is a bit of a misogynist, whether he means to be or not. I like to joke with Eric that James Cameron is the anti-Kubrick because Cameron always has strong female leads.
The Cinerama is a landmark theater and is one of the only three movie theaters in the world still capable of showing three-panel Cinerama films, so Wikipedia tells me. 
They had delicious chocolate popcorn. Eric and I lovingly bestowed it with the nickname "Choc Pop."
The movie was quite good, until Kubrick pulled out a classic Kubrick ending. "What does it all mean, bleh" (Easy A)! The theater was pretty sweet too, besides the fact that the monolith song was so loud that it almost deafened me as well as nearly ruining my soul! Terrifying music.

And that was Day 1!

On Day 2 we went to Tom Douglas's Serious Pie/Serious Biscuit for brunch (blunch?). It's kind of a combo restaurant serving both pizza and biscuits. We were saving the pie for later, though. Just biscuits this time.
Eric waiting in front of the restaurant. It was a gorgeous day, so we didn't mind waiting outside. Plus, they had sidewalk chalk for us to play with! The piggy there is very decorated.
My contribution!
Ta da!
Eric's a proud Canadian too.
O Canada!
A little girl apparently liked my design and tried to copy it. Maple leaves are hard!
Just getting some cutesie pictures in.
Eric's having a hard time with the sun.
Our appetizer was biscuits with whipped bacon butter and seasonal jam (rhubarb). The whipped bacon butter was good, but surprisingly enough (because bacon is amazing), the rhubarb jam was the stand out! It was amazing, and rhubarb was to be a theme for me from this point on.
My meal. Homemade peanut butter, honey, and bananas. It was spectacular. It is also something that is entirely an Eric pick. He loooves peanut butter. But he couldn't say no to his meal.
Eric's meal: fried chicken, tabasco black pepper gravy. Who could say no to all that gravy?
Hom nom nom!
So satisfied!
Hi there.
We found some fellow Canadians!
Go Canada!
Pretty harbour with fun sail boats.
Dah! Cute little goslings.
After brunch, we went to the EMP, a museum for music, sci-fi, and pop culture. It's right by the space needle, so two birds with one stone.
It's a very odd building.
Cool, though.
More building.
We were very intrigued by these pole things. Eric insisted that I get a picture.
They reminded us of the things that are in dog agility challenges. There were even some people running through them like that.
YAY! AVATAR! Nirvana...reh.
Space needle. Eric had gone to the top when he was in Seattle the previous time, and I was content to just see it. So we didn't go to the top.
Cool instrument sculpture.
This is the extent of our pictures in the music section. We just wanted to get to the nerd stuff!
Before we left the music section for the nerd section, we got to watch this awesome OK Go music video on a jumbo screen: 
It would seem that not long before we came, they had had a Battlestar Galactica exhibit, which is now gone.

At least they still had some merchandise for me to look at. Oh, Bill Adama, how I love you!
The Eywa seeds have chosen me!
Amplified Mobility Platform Suit! One of us should have stood by it so you could see the scale. That was silly of us. Well, just know it's big.
We didn't know we weren't supposed to have our flash on. Basically all of our pictures had flash. Oops. 
Avatar shoes. I'm itty bitty.
My hands are teenie by normal standards. Comparing them to Avatar hands is just silly.
Eric in the Avatar boots.
The Avatar exhibit was pretty neat. It had lots of fun things: videos about the making of, character busts, rudimentary art designs, etc... There was even a dynamic interactive space that demonstrated the motion capture and 3D technology they used in the film. I like that Eric got some Kubrick and I got some Cameron.

The next exhibit was Can't Look Away: The Lure of Horror Film.

Eric and I thought it was amusing that it had a rating.
Alien! More James Cameron (Aliens, to be precise)!
The horror movie exhibit was cool too; there just wasn't a whole lot to take pictures of. Most of the exhibit was comprised of little side rooms that had films discussing why different horror movies were so influential or ground breaking. There was also a scream booth where you would scream while watching horror movie clips and a camera would be taking pictures of this. Eric and I both thought not. Not our thing. I guess we're just boring, self-aware prudes. Another nice touch in this exhibit was an "employees only door" with killing noises coming from it. It got a lot of head glances.

I found this in the merchandise area, and Eric and I were horribly amused by it. It's a chronological list of Eric's last three girlfriends. I won!
This was hard to time because the names flicker on and off. Be impressed with me!
Different side of the building.
More building.
More space needle.
God bless America.
American treats! Family members, look! MINI chewy Sweet tarts! They were amazing.
I actually got enough sun that I had a tan line from the strap of my bag!
You can't see it very well in these pictures, but Eric and I were very amused by it.
Dinner on Day 2. Now it's time for the pie! This was a different restaurant than the one from earlier, though. It wasn't the combined pie/biscuit one. This one was closer to our hotel and just the pie.
When you walk by this restaurant, the smell is amazing! Mmm, pizza.
We had snarfed down most of the pizza before we realized we needed to take a picture. It was incredibly tasty. I love margherita pizzas anyway, but this was the best one I've ever had. The buffalo mozzarella was heavenly.
Eric's dessert was chocolate budino (cross between pudding and fudge. What!?) with sea salt and biscotti. Hom nom!
My dessert was cannolis with pistachios and rhubarb syrup (second rhubarb spotting).
Oh, boy! Desserts!
That night we went to The Cabin in the Woods, which was fitting seeing as how we'd been to the horror exhibit that day. It would seem there were some themes during this trip: horror/sci-fi films, Tom Douglas, eating, James Cameron, rhubarb, etc...

(Edit 2014: The Cabin in the Woods was funny at the time, but on reconsideration, it's not especially worthy of recommendation)

And that's the end of Day 2!

Day 3 was shorts-weather! Such a nice day. We went to the waterfront to Tom Douglas's seafood restaurant, Etta's, for lunch.
This makes it our fourth Tom Douglas place.
Mussels for an appetizer. I got a pomegranate drink thinking it was the same from Palace Kitchen, but it was a fizzy drink. I don't like carbonated drinks much, but it was still good. Eric got a sour cherry fizzy drink.
Eating shellfish is always really satisfying for me. It's like I'm digging for gold!
My single oyster. I'm new to oysters, and so one was enough. It was very tasty.
"Little oysters! Little oysters!"

Eric's crab cakes. So good. Tom Douglas has an entire cook book devoted to crab cakes.
My fish monger's stew. It was absurd how chock full of goodness it was!
A wee, little octopus. This picture is slightly askew because while I was taking it, the camera slipped and took a little dip in the stew. Oops. Spill baby strikes again!
(Spill baby is my family's nickname for me as I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes).
Look at the silly little tentacles. So cute and so delicious at the same time.
Things in the stew: mussels; clams; teenie, tiny baby octopuses; teenie, tiny baby shrimp; crab; salmon; cod.
Out in the sun! The smudge in the left corner is from the camera's unfortunate spill. We gradually were able to get it cleaned off.
Poor Eric needs to get some sunglasses.
After Etta's, we went to Pike Place Market.
T'was pretty neat, but there was so much going on that I didn't know what to take pictures of!
More market.
Carnival area?

More market.
Us with market.
First shorts of the season!
I've been there!
On the way home from the market, we stopped at Dahlia Bakery, yet another Tom Douglas place.
What to choose!?
Drool. So much coconut goodness!
I think Eric and I both agree that this is the best thing either of us have ever eaten. Tom Douglas famous donuts with mascarpone and seasonal jam (not rhubarb this time).
The jam was good, but it took a back seat to the mascarpone. 
It was like eating a fluffy, wonderful, delicious, sugary cloud! I can't even explain... Just try to have this before you die.
Rhubarb tart for me (third rhubarb spotting). It was wonderfully delicious. Maple eclair for Eric. It was insane. The innards were so cold and creamy!
Chocolate truffle cookie.
It was big.
It was delicious!
That night we went to the Celtic Woman concert, Believe. It was amazing!
Us before the show starts.
There was a lot of this going on from me:

The singing, the bagpipes, the flutes, the fiddle, the drums, etc... = INCREDIBLE! It's clear to me whenever I hear Celtic music that I have Celt blood. It's my favorite of all musics!

After the show.
We went to Palace Kitchen again after the show because it was one of the only Tom Douglas places that was open after the show, and because it's delicious, obviously.
I got a rotisserie chicken with rhubarb compote (fourth rhubarb spotting). I also got the pomegranate lemonade again (which was the right one). Mmm.
Eric got the burger. It was so deliciously rare. Canada has to have their burgers cooked to a certain done-ness. Pff, good one, Canada.
So on the way back, they didn't have an option for us to pay extra for business class. We were bummed about this because we thought we'd have strangers sitting across from us. Turns out, we were just on a better train that had ample space and, other than not having wifi, was better than our business class on the other train. Very good.
Look how much leg room we have! I can't even touch the seat in front of me! It was heaven. We slept the entire way back. 
Since we had a window this time, I thought I should get some pictures. Here's one picture.
Here's a second picture. And then it was sleep time.
We looooooved Seattle! It was so much fun, and we had such bad end-of-travel blues. It was nice to see Abby when we got home, though, and Dorothy, my step mother-in-law (mouthful), was wonderful enough to come check on Abby while we were gone. Thanks, Dorothy!

So that was our trip! I'd love to go back someday, and I would definitely recommend Seattle as a place to visit. I would also recommend as many Tom Douglas restaurants as you can go to as well. He's ruined all other restaurants for Eric and me. We've got to the point where we've just decided to start honing our own cooking skills so we can get all of Tom Douglas's cook books and make his food ourselves. He may only be based in Seattle, but he's nice enough to share his recipes.

And now I'm fat and dieting.

The End