Day 107: I've been away, both literally and figuratively, so let's start there.
I took a quick trip home to SC to visit the fam, and they were amazing. The tikes jumped into hugs, the sister looked beautiful (as always), the BIL is still awesome, and Jay was a mensch.
I went to Seattle for a weekend, and *B* took me to the aquarium, which, as aquariums are wont to do, had fish. I love fish, and wish I could have my 75 gallon salt-water tank back, which included an amazing clown fish named "Thor". He would eat right out of my fingertips. The Seattle aquarium, however, had the best thing ever.
Otters.
Just sitting there. Swimming around. One old gent patted his face with his tiny paws, and we could all audibly hear him say, "Holy CRAP, I'm cute!"
And then they brought out the baby otter.
THE BABY OTTER.
It suckled, and swam around, and looked right at me, and he said, "Will you be my mommy?"
Yes, little otter baby. Yes, I will.
Then CD took me to see Stephen Tobolowsky, which was about 18 kinds of awesome. Then he took me up to his office (amazing view of the Space Needle), and then asked if I'd like to see the view from the 19th floor.
I admitted that I would, and up we went. And the view was, in fact, awesome.
And then he opened the door to the patio.
I didn't jump off of the patio, 19 floors up, but instead decided to hug the walls.
Safety first.
It was an incredible view of Seattle, and, in the end, a wonderful visit with excellent friends.
~~~
Tonight, R and I dined at Bistro Michel, a French place about 25 footsteps from my apartment building that we had not yet experienced.
To.
Die.
For.
You sit on the patio, sipping wine. Edith Piaf is on the soundtrack, but so are many 1940s French recordings.
The cheese plate is challenging, and amazing, because I love strong cheese. They do a thing with Swiss cheese that everyone in the world should do: it's cored, and then shaved in a round, creating a wonderful floret of really awesome cheese.
I had the fish, with the lemon oil and pesto-stuffed tomato. R had the mixed grill, with the sweetbreads, quail, and porkbelly. I cannot communicate with words how good the food was, because I really want to say, "Just, just taste this!"
For two hours, we visited France, with no rush, or pressure, and with a terribly wonderful host, who turned out to be the owner himself. Monsieur Richard is a class act.
I know I've kept you in the dark for the past few days, but it's mostly because I was helping with family stuff, and getting emergency dental surgery, and very explicitly not talking about dating in Sacramento. I MUCH prefer posts like this.
Sacramento is awesome. Come visit!!
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!! :)
I took a quick trip home to SC to visit the fam, and they were amazing. The tikes jumped into hugs, the sister looked beautiful (as always), the BIL is still awesome, and Jay was a mensch.
I went to Seattle for a weekend, and *B* took me to the aquarium, which, as aquariums are wont to do, had fish. I love fish, and wish I could have my 75 gallon salt-water tank back, which included an amazing clown fish named "Thor". He would eat right out of my fingertips. The Seattle aquarium, however, had the best thing ever.
Otters.
Just sitting there. Swimming around. One old gent patted his face with his tiny paws, and we could all audibly hear him say, "Holy CRAP, I'm cute!"
And then they brought out the baby otter.
THE BABY OTTER.
It suckled, and swam around, and looked right at me, and he said, "Will you be my mommy?"
Yes, little otter baby. Yes, I will.
Then CD took me to see Stephen Tobolowsky, which was about 18 kinds of awesome. Then he took me up to his office (amazing view of the Space Needle), and then asked if I'd like to see the view from the 19th floor.
I admitted that I would, and up we went. And the view was, in fact, awesome.
And then he opened the door to the patio.
I didn't jump off of the patio, 19 floors up, but instead decided to hug the walls.
Safety first.
It was an incredible view of Seattle, and, in the end, a wonderful visit with excellent friends.
~~~
Tonight, R and I dined at Bistro Michel, a French place about 25 footsteps from my apartment building that we had not yet experienced.
To.
Die.
For.
You sit on the patio, sipping wine. Edith Piaf is on the soundtrack, but so are many 1940s French recordings.
The cheese plate is challenging, and amazing, because I love strong cheese. They do a thing with Swiss cheese that everyone in the world should do: it's cored, and then shaved in a round, creating a wonderful floret of really awesome cheese.
I had the fish, with the lemon oil and pesto-stuffed tomato. R had the mixed grill, with the sweetbreads, quail, and porkbelly. I cannot communicate with words how good the food was, because I really want to say, "Just, just taste this!"
For two hours, we visited France, with no rush, or pressure, and with a terribly wonderful host, who turned out to be the owner himself. Monsieur Richard is a class act.
I know I've kept you in the dark for the past few days, but it's mostly because I was helping with family stuff, and getting emergency dental surgery, and very explicitly not talking about dating in Sacramento. I MUCH prefer posts like this.
Sacramento is awesome. Come visit!!
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!! :)
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