Seattle

Seattle.

Mark, Lindsay and Amanda travelled to Seattle. And it really was a trip. The flight was six hours non stop and I felt like I was going to stop. It was almost like a reunion for the three of us. We all went to college together. Eight years ago. You do the math. We majored in English. We were wicked smart.

I was getting over a cold, but had even worse stress in my life. Amanda was on death's door with her own cold. Lindsay was ... well she had pepto tablets from 2008 incase of an emergency.

It rained the first day (but always felt like spring/fall). The rest of the days were beautiful. We went to Green Lake. We went to the Space Needle. We visited Pike's Place Market. We walked through Capitol Hill (where I may move). We saw Madison Park (where Kurt Cobain and the guy who created Starbucks lived/lives). We walked through the shopping district. We travelled through Belltown. We took a bus (where was number 16?!). And we we're only there for roughly three days. I look back and think 'hey, we saw a lot.'

And stayed at the Edgewater - really on the water. What a great hotel. Our fist dinner at the 67 -- turned out to be just dessert. By the time we got off the flight even Lindsay looked like hell had smacked her in the face. But I recommend everyone visit. I wouldn't go to the Steelhead Diner. I may have spelled that wrong for my protection. Eh. Overpriced. Everyone was really friendly. Everything was very clean. It's a very eco-friendly city. But I do snore. And so then felt guilty and didn't get the best sleep. Amanda was sick and didn't sleep well. And Lindsay -- she had her music and Simon. She was in heaven.

Lindsay met a man. His name was Simon. Amanda loved her chicken sandwich. Sure, there were blood, sweat and tears. I nearly fainted/threw up after one dinner at a bar. But then I was fine. But we all survived. And the five hour flight home wasn't as bad. But we did wake up at 430am - never again.