Seattle, part deux

Where did I leave off? Pike Place? 

To recap: Went to Seattle, almost caused a security crisis at Harrisburg with a black bag, ate somewhere good, found dahlia farm, Mexican food, fire, pancakes, shopping for shoes that apparently don't exist, wedding stuff, Pike Place. 

All caught up?  Good. 

We ended our afternoon in the city at Serious Pie, because I couldn't find Seatown Snack Bar, and I don't really care about non-Tom Douglas restaurants when I have three days to do everything that I can in Washington.  Plus, I have only tried three of their pizzas, and I had yet to sample their most unique pies: the pizza formerly known as Green Eggs and Ham.  They use to call it that, way back when it opened in 2006, which I can't even believe sometimes that four years have gone by in my life.  How different everything was four years ago.  But, I digress....

It was called that because it is piled with some kind of green, like arugula or whatever was in season, thinly sliced Italian ham, and a soft fried egg, on an olive oil based pizza.  When you cut into it, the egg breaks and the yolk becomes your sauce. 

It was just okay.  It probably would have been better if we weren't sitting next to a group of moms who were talking about their kids and how cute they are, and then somehow getting on the subject of one of the boys almost cutting his lip clean off.  And how it was all bloody and just dangling there.  Pizza wasn't great after that story.  I'm a nurse, and I was grossed out.  So, you know it's a bad story when this nurse who has a kinda unhealthy obsession with Tom Douglas food thinks his pizza is just okay.

We drove back to Kitsap county in a hurry because I had dinner reservations at 7.  It was pouring, as it did all weekend (because it's getting it out of the way for next year, right?  Right?!?), and I didn't want to take the ferry because I don't really like the ferry because you have no control of your destiny like you do when you're driving.  Unless it's foggy out, because that's really cool on the ferry.  Anyways, it took forever due to the rain.  We saw three accidents and apparently people there still don't know how to drive in the rain.  Ironic. 


I met my friend Nettie at the best restaurant in the greater Bremerton/Silverdale area, The Boatshed.  We had some catching up to do, after a long, weird year, of, well, shit.  Just shit.  That's the best way to describe it.  We needed to catch up, and make up, and we did it beautifully.  So, now the world is right again and she's back in my life big time and Seattle just became a little more sunny.  Thank you, Nets.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for Sunday in which I got to take a nap. 

And I had breakfast early that morning with my mom and her best friends.  It turned into a three, going on four, hour breakfast, in which I became an honorary member of their Breakfast Club.  We brought the dahlias too, so I think the whole diner knew we were kinda special and were entitled to a three, going on four hour breakfast. 

They're pretty stinkin cute too.  They'll kill me for posting this picture, but I don't care.  Bring it. 


I headed back to PA on Monday, but not before a ferry ride over to the city, and a dinner at Salty's.  This was the only sunny day of my trip, and I finally got to see my mountain.  It arrived just in time.  There are visits where it's raining, or overcast, and I think to myself, "OMG, (just like that too, abbreviated) what am I going to do if I don't see a single mountain this trip?".  This trip was pretty close to that kind of experience. But, it showed up.  Well, half of it did. 

See it? 

It was a good trip.  Had it's ups and downs, just like any trip, but it was productive and that's what I wanted.  I got some good food in me, sat in front of a fire, fell asleep to the rain, and blew kisses at my mountain.  I didn't camp in the backyard like I wanted to or play the piano, but there's always next time.  Well, maybe not next time for the camping because I'm coming back in January.  Although, there would be less bears at that time of the year. 

It's good to be home though.  It's good to be back in the swing of things, counting down the weeks until graduation. It's good to be in my bed, next to the snoring dog, who continues to lay as far center in the middle of the bed as she can.  I'm far away from my home and family, but I can still eat Chukar Cherries in the kitchen, and light evergreen candles in my bedroom and pretend that things are closer than they appear.  We'll be back for good someday.  I promise.