This weekend of awesome was brought to you largely by easy and convenient access to grandparents and a touch more child abandonment than usual.
We got to see two shows! My current faves, Campfire OK and Pickwick at the City Arts Fest in Seattle. Both shows were fantastic, as uzsh. (Those linkies go to super sweet videos, should you be interested.)
Clark and I waved signs for our friend Erik who is running to retain his seat on the Metro Parks board. Clarkie and his fireman’s hat really upped our game and resulted in more honking, I’m sure. (BTW, what LOVELY photos of Erik on that website!)
I had brunch with my Seattle ladies at the incredible Sitka and Spruce. I enjoyed every bite, and the setting is gorgeous. I highly recommend it for locals, or anyone wanting to experience a bit of Portlandia and Colin the chicken. It is defo that sort of place.
Saturday night, my T-Town peeps and I had the great pleasure of dining with an old Tacoma celebrity, whom I shan’t name so that I can write what I want. We bid on Dinner with Said Celebrity at an auction, and of course my peeps, movers and shakers all, were totes down. We arrived at the fancy address, the elevator opened into her palace, and there was a dude there with a silver tray and our first of many drinks. We proceeded to schmooze and enjoy the ridiculous 360 degree view, and then she told us a story of old Tacoma involving the mafia. I was SO EXCITED that this was exactly what I was picturing! Fanciness! Good stories! And then… she disappeared. We were seated for dinner and I whispered to one of the servers, “Is she coming back?” to which he said, ” I don’t think so. I think she’s checking her email.” We had a great time, of course, but uh… I’m not really sure what to think. I assembled a group of young sparkly folks who all work to better Tacoma in some way, and thought we would be great dinner company, but alas. When you are that old and that cool, I guess you do what you want.
SB and I went on to PG to laugh and discuss the evening. It was early still. When we got home, our neighbors were having a party, so we hung out over there until far too late. This evening became, as I’m sure you can tell, another dance with the demon liquor that I regretted horribly the next day, but oh well. I had a good time. Though, occasionally something loud or flamboyant or involving singing resurfaces, and I have to flush it out right away with a violent shake of the head.
Then the next morning, SB went to go collect the child and I got busy prepping for the brunch we hosted for some friends whom we haven’t seen in forever, and rely too heavily on the facebooks to remain connected. It was utterly delightful. Afterwards we went for a walk around the neighborhood, which is my favorite thing to do with Seattleites. I can’t help showing off my Tacoma.
