Seattle – Friday

Arrived at Seattle airport earlier than expected (don’t we know a song about that?) Jon picked us up from the airport and kindly deposited us at The Red Lion Hotel in Bellevue, our digs for the night.
Nice place – we had a first floor room with a balcony. It was clean and comfortable and had free wi-fi, exactly what you need. We saw a couple of what we assumed were blue jays bobbing around in the trees outside.
I have to say that hotel beds over here are so much more comfortable than those at home. They’re always really squishy and BIG. I never fail to sleep ok in a big squishy bed.

Andy called, and I convinced him to sneak out of work for an hour to come over and see us. Sssshhh, don’t tell anyone. Man – that boy is LOOKING GOOD. So healthy, it puts me to shame.

Friday evening we went and had Mexican food for dinner at a little restaurant just a few doors away from Chez Auer. I had a lovely veggie buritto, but couldn’t eat it all, as it was HUGE.
After we ate, Mark and Jon went back to the apartment to ‘dude-out’ for a while and Michelle and Darian took me to get my nails done. What an unusual experience that was. You know that I’m not much of a girly girl don’t you. Anyone who knows me, knows that. I have never in my whole life had a manicure before. It was actually quite relaxing. The hand massage was the best bit. So now I have a French manicure (laa-dee-daa) and it’s like I have someone else’s fingers. It’s bizarre. They’re all shiny. It was a nice treat, and it’s always good to try something new isn’t it?

Then we went to the cinema to see Inglorious Basterds, which was hilarious and bonkers. Quentin Tarantino never fails to make extreme violence entertaining. I had no idea it was such a long film. It’s around 3 hours long. I’d been up since 5.30am, so I struggled a little and almost dropped off a couple of times. That’s not a criticism of the film, I was just tired. It’s a good film – maybe a little too long. There were a few sequences that could have been shorter, but then you just know they made them uncomfortably long, just to mess with your mind. You KNOW what’s coming, but they make you wait. I guess it’s part of the art.

Pooped – sleep.