seattle


snow_010808.jpgThe sky is falling!  Oh. Wait.  It snowed in Seattle last night.  Better stay home and cancel school.  And for the love of all that is Holy DON’T DRIVE ANYWHERE. 

I will probably never understand the mentatlity of the Seattleite.  I swear I’m going to rig a billboard on my car that says “Attention all Seattle Natives…The I-90 speed limit is 60mph.  Try it.  You might like it.  Attention everyone else:  My SINCEREST apologies for these fools.  Please don’t shoot.”

My new car.In other news…I left for work early this morning and hadn’t parked in my usual parking space the night before.  As I walk out of my building, I see a very nice BMW sitting out front.  I think, “Nice ride.  I wonder whose car that is?”  Uh.  MINE.

God, I’m a dork.  And that billboard?  Nevermind.

* By the way, no, this is not my actual car.  It is, however, the same year, make, model and color.  The weather has just been too shitty to take any good pics. 

A few years ago, in an attempt to reconnect with my mother (and give my father a break), I started taking her on a yearly vacation over Mother’s Day week.  It didn’t take my father long to figure out that he might be getting the short end of the stick after all, and started requesting (demanding) that he get at least a whole weekend for Father’s Day.  With my travel schedule (and my pocketbook) at the time, this turned into the annual Mother’s/Father’s Day Weekend.

This March we were going to Victoria, B.C., but I ended up going to the U.K instead.  So much for grand plans.  A few weeks ago, I received a note from the WSU Alumni Assiciation with an offer to take a ride on the Spirit of Washington Dinner Train.  It was the perfect parent’s weekend replacement.  Dad’s never been on a train, and I have Theater tickets for Sunday to entertain Mom while dad’s golfing with his brother.  Sign me up!

And then the let down.  Apparently, after 15 years of service, and days before we were to go (this weekend), the train has stopped running. Shit.

 So, any suggestions for a Saturday in Seattle that any Dad would love?  I’m sure that the two readers I have (out of sheer loyalty, i’m sure), might have even one tiny suggestion?  I’m running out of time :)