Plan B

Plan A, which was kind of a sucky plan to begin with, fell through tonight (truly by the grace of my Father), and as I was walking through downtown Seattle on the verge of loneliness tears, I asked the doorman at a nice restaurant, "Should I eat here?"

He responded by taking me inside what I later learned is the top downtown steakhouse - a place Bill Gates frequents, along with every other CEO in town. I sat at the bar, made friends with the bartenders and other bar diners, and treated myself to a fancy meal: complementary blueberry pomtini and lobster bisque, filet mignon Oscar medallions, and chocolate lava cake. I was more than just full.

My new friends offered to take me around the city, and what a tour I got! Views from not only the 30th floor of a building just two blocks from the water, but also Kerry Park. Click here to see what I saw (except not at dawn). We drove through the swanky Queen Anne neighborhood, stopping here for a glass of wine, but changing our minds and heading here for some live music and a beer. The night ended in the Fremont neighborhood at an Irish pub playing darts. I was ready to get to bed after so much running around, but I'm hopeful that tomorrow night could be half as much fun.

I love it here!