Um, I meant to say "Sleepless".
The first thing I saw when I landed in Seattle, aside from the Boeing facilities, was this cheesy night shirt that had the title of the above mentioned movie. Bleh. Never a huge fan of that movie, per se, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell after 14 years people are so enamored by it.
Never underestimate the public's love for mush. However, I happen to have formed a little love affair myself thanks to that cheeseball movie. Being the materialist that I am, of course, it's not a person. Nope. I'm in love with the houses on Lake Union. They
are the cutest thing ever! And guess what? The raft house that Tom Hank's character lived on is for sale. All yours for $5 million bucks. Now, tell me that's not romantic.
Sure about as romantic as drinking four lattes a day. No wonder they don't sleep around here. (And I thought it was due to the over-tucked bedsheets at the Westin.) I made the mistake of ordering a double-shot twelve-ounce latte yesterday at a bakery on Bainbridge Island. Hey, being used to weak-ass Starbucks Coffee, I assumed all Seattle joes were the same. My bad. The good thing is that it gave me a jump start to run down the last leg of the loading ramp before the ferry left port and I was stuck on the Orindaish looking island for another hour. Cute town but I wouldn't want to die there.
Besides I had already had my fill of quacks earlier in the day when we took the Duck Tours of Seattle. I really do like having an excuse to laugh and act like a total loser -especially when I'm somewhere other than where I live. It's a great way to see the city and go into Lake Union. I still want one of those duck whistles that make quacking noises. You know, the ones they give kids?
Prices here are pretty outrageous by Pacific Northwest standards, I think. I mean, you're not exactly living in Mediterranean climate. Prices aren't quite up to New York level yet, but definitely at San Francisco level. Still, just like there's Brooklyn and Oakland, there's got to be an affordable area to live in if you can handle the sporadic rain all year.
I do think I could get used to living here though if I had to. People are pleasant, though not incredibly out-of-their-way nice. I blame it on the cold weather. (Think Anchorage in the summer.) Right now it's like 50 degrees outside and I'm freezing in the hotel room staring that the dark rain clouds looming around the Space Needle. Seattle is the kind of city you'd move to if you don't particularly enjoy talking to people on an hourly basis. Although I'm sure once they've had their fourth espresso of the day they're ready to party.
The first thing I saw when I landed in Seattle, aside from the Boeing facilities, was this cheesy night shirt that had the title of the above mentioned movie. Bleh. Never a huge fan of that movie, per se, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell after 14 years people are so enamored by it.
Never underestimate the public's love for mush. However, I happen to have formed a little love affair myself thanks to that cheeseball movie. Being the materialist that I am, of course, it's not a person. Nope. I'm in love with the houses on Lake Union. They
are the cutest thing ever! And guess what? The raft house that Tom Hank's character lived on is for sale. All yours for $5 million bucks. Now, tell me that's not romantic.Sure about as romantic as drinking four lattes a day. No wonder they don't sleep around here. (And I thought it was due to the over-tucked bedsheets at the Westin.) I made the mistake of ordering a double-shot twelve-ounce latte yesterday at a bakery on Bainbridge Island. Hey, being used to weak-ass Starbucks Coffee, I assumed all Seattle joes were the same. My bad. The good thing is that it gave me a jump start to run down the last leg of the loading ramp before the ferry left port and I was stuck on the Orindaish looking island for another hour. Cute town but I wouldn't want to die there.
Besides I had already had my fill of quacks earlier in the day when we took the Duck Tours of Seattle. I really do like having an excuse to laugh and act like a total loser -especially when I'm somewhere other than where I live. It's a great way to see the city and go into Lake Union. I still want one of those duck whistles that make quacking noises. You know, the ones they give kids?
Prices here are pretty outrageous by Pacific Northwest standards, I think. I mean, you're not exactly living in Mediterranean climate. Prices aren't quite up to New York level yet, but definitely at San Francisco level. Still, just like there's Brooklyn and Oakland, there's got to be an affordable area to live in if you can handle the sporadic rain all year.
I do think I could get used to living here though if I had to. People are pleasant, though not incredibly out-of-their-way nice. I blame it on the cold weather. (Think Anchorage in the summer.) Right now it's like 50 degrees outside and I'm freezing in the hotel room staring that the dark rain clouds looming around the Space Needle. Seattle is the kind of city you'd move to if you don't particularly enjoy talking to people on an hourly basis. Although I'm sure once they've had their fourth espresso of the day they're ready to party.
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