Well, I'm on vacation and since that's the only time I'm good about blogging, let's do this shit.

Our flight was supposed to leave at 9:30 last night, so Angie rolled into Minneapolis at about 5:30, we hung out, I finished packing, we playing some Mario Kart and at around 6:30 we headed for the light rail. Because we would just arrive a little early and slam some Chili's Too at the airport, right? Well, I mean, it's kind of right because that's what we did, but oh no, the flight got delayed until 11:00. I was ready to lay on the floor for some rest at 9:00 because that's my bedtime and my body was insisting on it, but I resisted, knowing I could sleep on the plane. Boarding the plane was a total mess because nwa now charges to check even a first piece of luggage and fliers were pretty set on carrying on as much luggage as possible. Soooo, Angie and I got into our seats and I was waiting, waiting, waiting to see how big the person next to me was going to be (because I'm a big person and with another big person next to me, it's generally bad news) and just as I was thinking I was going to have an open seat next to me, I saw a young man approaching from the corner of my eye. Now, I had been thinking I should maybe try to look cute for the airplane ride because people totally meet spouses on flights, but I decided against it, and as I saw this dude approaching, I avoided making eye contact and just thought, "Jesus, he's going to be cute and I smell like the inside of a cow's asshole."

Well, he was cute. And do you know why he was cute? Because he was Blake, the boy I had a crush on throughout college. What at the effin' odds? And he doesn't even LIVE in Minnesota. He lives in Honolulu and was just laying over in Minneapolis from his flight from Chicago and Seattle. He's adorable and nice and I wish I had smelled/looked better and was given the opportunity to mother his children.

Of course I wasn't able to sleep on the flight with the cute boy there. Seriously, who laughs out loud at Hotel for Dogs and hitch hikes from Duluth to Park Rapids? The boy might be perfect. Anyway, we got to the Crowne at around 2am Seattle time, whic his 4am Minneapolis time and boy were Nij and I tired.

We woke up this morning and Nij realized she had a ketchup stain on her capris, so we went to do some shopping at American Eagle, which is just a couple of blocks from here. We also hit up Banana Republic and H&M and, yup, turns out Seattle has some awesome shopping. After shopping, we stopped at Rock Bottom Brewery for lunch , because why wouldn't we have lunch at a chain restaurant that has a location in Minneapolis? Once we polished off lunch, we walked back to the hotel to drop off our AE purchases and for Angie to change into a dress and headed for the waterfront.

While waterfronting, I found a blingy Seattle shirt for Tuna, which was exciting because it spoke to me and clothing rarely speaks to me, and we wondered at what point Seattle was going to start smelling like a dryer sheet, as Amanda promised. Once we realized the waterfront wasn't as cool as Fisherman's Dwarf, we set off for Pioneer Square to check out the Underground Tour. The tour was pretty frickin' amazing and, although I still don't quiiiite get the system, I was impressed with not only the tour guides, but how raw and preserved the undergrounds are. Cool shit, Seattle. Keep it up.

After the tour, we headed to McCormick and Schmick's for dinner even though we weren't that hungry. Eighty-two dollars later, I'm quite certain I'll never be hungry again. Angie and I both had Copper River salmon, which apparently only runs two weeks a year and Angie's sockeye was better than my king, but I'm not complaining. I also had a lemon drop and a drink called southern smooth, which has Southern Comfort, Amaretto, lemon and orange juices. Honest to you, it is the best drink I have ever sampled in my twenty-five years of this beautiful existence.

It is now not even 8pm, but we are in for the night. We have been beaten down by too much food and too much hill. I had no idea Seattle was so hilly. On tomorrow's agenda is the Space Needle, the Duck tour, the Experience Music Project and the Dockerys. Saturday's the zoo.

I love vacation and all the things that are justified by it.