Yesterday turned into a go-go-go kind of day and the time we weren't going, I was buzzed and not seeing quite straight so blogging wasn't even an option.

Upon rising yesterday morning, we found a Coach store and Angie bought that pair of sunglasses she'd been dreaming about for four whole days since she tried them on at MOA. It was only a couple of blocks from the hotel. How convenient!

After Nij dropped a couple of c-notes on her new sunnies, we headed for Seattle Center. Our first stop was the space needle, of course, so we paid our $17, took the 41-second elevator ride up, snapped some pictures and took the 41-second elevator ride back down. Almost twenty bucks for five minutes of enjoyment and I didn't even get one rubbed out for me. Rip off.

We were pretty darn hungry when we finished space needling, so we found a bar and grill - Sport Bar and Grill, to be precise - across the street from the needle. We watched Sesame Street right there at the table and drank fruity drinks (okay, mine was pretty much bourbon with lemon and limes in it, but the lemons and limes qualify it as a fruity drink) and geared up for the Science Fiction Museum, Experience Music Project and Duck Tour.

The SFM would probably really cool to people who are into that shit and the same goes for EMP. Nij and I did scratch some records and I learned how to play Wild Thing on the bass, so I guess it wasn't a complete waste of fifteen dollars. One day Angie will come back to Seattle with Nic and she will spend an entire day at EMP. I'm sure of it.

The viewing of exhibits made us both tired, so we rested our weary feet on the Duck Tour with Captain Hoowah. I had a crush on him too. I have a crush on everyone. I did mention me crush on Dan, the little Underground Tour guide, right? What's a girl gotta do to get a date with a tour guide/comedian in this town?

The DT was fun, though not as awesome as Boston's DT. Our guide sang and danced and clapped his hands a lot and waved at anyone and everyone. It was worth the $27 for sure. I mean, it lasted an hour and a half. Way more gratifying than the SN. I like to speak in acronym.

So once we wrapped up the DT, we were kinda sorta tired and hopped the monorail back to the shopping district, then walked back to the hotel. When we got back, we checked facebook (duh), prettied up and headed to the Regatta Bar here in the hotel for dinner and drinks. The food was pretty decent - I had cod and Nij had steelhead trout - but the lemon drops were FANTASTIC. Angie and I both had four and I finished my Regatta experience with a Stella. Each of us mysteriously had one drink missing from our bills and we are pretty sure it was a gift from some guys at the bar that couldn't stop staring at Angie and giving her the eyebrow. She was twirling her hair with her fingers, which apparently drives the boys crazy. They were so distracted by her rack, they didn't notice the ring on the twirling finger. Go figure.

Once we wrapped up in the bar, we headed back up 1660 for a photo shoot and to prepare to go out for the evening. We ended up going to Rock Bottom again and Sean, Kami, Niko and Nikki met us there at 9:30ish. The highlight may have been Kami and Sean's open discussion of Angie's boobs, or maybe KD telling SD, "Sean, order me a fucking diet cola." Ah, marriage.

We fully expected to be at least a little hungover this morning, but it turns out seven lemon drops, a beer, an amaretto sour, a cosmopolitan, a sexy bex and whatever the hell else I drank wasn't enough to get me drunk. I did spend a good six tries attempting to get into the men's bathroom though, until a dude showed up and I realized I was trying to get into the wrong bathroom and probably had the wrong code anyway.

We were up bright and early this morning and were on our way to Pike Market before 10. The market was pretty sweet but I'm not really the market kind of girl and I don't think Nij is either, so we didn't stay long. We did take a wrong turn on our way to The Fisherman's Restaurant and found ourselves in a very high-end pet store. Not an actual pet store, but a store with stuff FOR pets. It had hardwood floors and was as quiet as a library. I felt like we shouldn't even test the toys' squeakers. Nij, of course, ended up buying Maisy two toys, totaling $38. Ouch.

When we got ourselves turned around and headed in the right direction for our intended restaurant, we walked through the market again and I got a grape Italian soda and Angie decided she needed a quarter-pound kielbasa to hold her over until we reached our destination. About three bites in, we realized our destination was two blocks away.

Angie rode a carousel and we spent some time playing arcade games before we ate, probably mostly to get the damn sausage to settle in Nij's stomach and make room for more. It was gid fun though. We discovered skee-ball and played a great little game that involves hitting mice, but NOT cats, with a mallet. But really, who doesn't want to hit a cat with a mallet every now and again?

Lunch was nothing short of obnoxious. We had the crab feast, which consisted of clam chowder, a loaf of sourdough bread, a big bowl of salad, a bucket of mussels and clams, and the most crab I have ever seen on one table in my life. It seemed to take forever to eat and we were pretty sure the food would never stop, but somehow we made it all the way through with letting little go to waste. It will be a long time before either of us can eat seafood again.

After lunch, we HAD to head to North Face so Nij could get a jacket. "See that pink jacket? I already own it." Guess what. She didn't even buy that one. She found something better, and more expensive. Booyah!

The next stop was a trip back to Pioneer Square to further investigate Seattle's old downtown. In our meandering, we stumbled upon the Elliot Bay Book Company, which inspired the cafe/book store in Frasier. Holy carp (holla atcha seafood, Seattle!), this was the most beautiful shop I have ever entered. I don't even know how to put it into words, but I ended up walking out in a blissful haze with my wallet sixty-three dollars lighter. They have employees write reviews on books and that might be the most brilliant thing ever, because I felt like I needed to read every book that was reviewed. Way to pimp your goods, EBBC.

We eventually found our way back to the hotel to relax. Angie napped and I posted pictures on facebook and both of us felt sort of guilty because we probably should have been out exploring more, but vacations require some down time, damn it, and we wouldn't have had it any other way. When motivation struck, we got ready for dinner and headed to Elephant & Castle for some New York Strip Steak and shitty service. Now we're back at the hotel. In for the night on our last night by 7pm and, again, we didn't even care.

Our flight tomorrow leaves at 12:25pm. I am so not ready for this vacation to be over and I miss zero people and things about home, but Angie seems to think she needs to get back to her puppy and fiance. I should probably see what I can do tomorrow morning about picking up a tour guide to marry. I might never have to go back to Minnesota. The weather's better here anyway.