Actually, you know what, it wasn't like Grey's Anatomy at all, but whenever I'm visiting a new city, I tend to approach it with the only knowledge I have, and the only knowledge I have is often pop culture-based and usually revolves solidly around a popular TV show. Thus, when we were in Chicago in April, we were all "OMG, that's where Abby ran up the stairs of the El in pursuit of Luka!" and "hey, don't you think Neela would totally hang out in Wicker Park?" (Those are ER references, by the way, in case you're not one of the three remaining people on the planet who still watch it, along with me, Sean, and Kristabella.) And so when we were in Seattle this past weekend, Sean turned to me and asked--I kid you not, though he's going to kill me for repeating this---"where do you think McDreamy lives?"
YES, LIKE MCDREAMY WAS A REAL PERSON. We even had several conversations about whether or not Meredith Grey had to take a ferry boat to work at Seattle Grace, and these conversations were had while we were on a ferryboat ourselves. Clearly we need to get out more. Note to self: the little people in the TV are not actually real!
(PS: I totally don't think she takes a ferryboat. Sean does. What do you think? Also, do you think she'd be friends with me? Please check the box for Yes, No, or Maybe.)
So getting back to reality, Seattle was fantastic. I just want to grab all of you who gave us such fantastic suggestions for things to do and lock you all in a room and shower you with coconut cream pie from Dahlia Bakery. Like seriously, I would just stuff it in your mouths until you couldn't eat any more coconut cream pie, and then I would ply you with chocolate truffle cookies from there instead, and then when those ran out, I would go to the donut stand at Pike Place Market and shower you with mini cinammon donuts, and then when you got sick of those, I would buy you all a heaping dish of macaroni and cheese from Beecher's and a slice of Serious Pie.
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for all your dining and sightseeing recommendations. We basically did the Internet's Tour Of Seattle, As Recommended By You, and it was fabulous. I must say, you all have impeccable taste. And impeccable tastebuds.
We arrived in Seattle on Wednesday night on separate flights: me from Las Vegas, where I'd spent 48 hours in the airport for work---no, that wasn't a typo, I was reporting on Thanksgiving travel, and had to be there from 6am to 6pm two days in a row---and Sean from San Francisco, where he had left the house in a rush and therefore forgotten not only a) his glasses, but also b) to close the window in the living room. Of course, visions of burglars breaking in through the open window haunted me throughout our entire trip---and watching Home Alone on Thanksgiving night didn't help---but Sean, stoic that he is, seemed mostly unconcerned. Although perhaps this is because he had forgotten his glasses and therefore wasn't having visions of anything.
While we were checking in to the Pan Pacific Hotel---highly recommended if you're going to Seattle by the way; the bed linens are like buttah, and by that I mean soft, not slippery and fattening---I happened to mention that we were recently engaged. And bam!, the next thing we knew we were being upgraded to a much nicer room, this one with a view of the Space Needle. Internet, you have not lived until you have lain in the bathtub at eleven o'clock at night---after 12 hours standing on your feet at Las Vegas airport---and gazed out the window in front of you at the Space Needle, all lit up with a Christmas tree on top.
In our scant three days in Seattle, we moseyed around the market like a couple of tourists, did the Underground Tour, took a ferry to Bainbridge Island---where I did indeed try the life-changing TOAST! suggested to me by Hilary, even though I didn't believe, until then, that TOAST! could be life-changing (it totally can, by the way, hence the capitals and the exclamation point)---and went to the top of the Space Needle. We visited the library, browsed Elliott Bay Books, took in the view from Kerry Park, and basically did everything you told us to do, up to and including coffee at Seattle Coffee Works (like, eight times, because a caffeine buzz was the only way we were going to get everything done.) We returned home on Saturday night spent and exhausted, but very much in love with Seattle. What a great city, man. No wonder McDreamy lives there. And Frasier too.