2013 has started. It’s around 12:30 am and we find out that there may not be much of a bus service to the Overlake Station where we left the Prius. After waiting a bit we stick our hand out and a taxi materializes. The driver is big and bubbly and has a Tom Petty CD blaring on the stereo. Traffic leaving the city is pretty heavy and he tells us he won’t turn the meter on until we are on the freeway. I’m liking him already. Our cab fare will be around $40. We are not sure of the exit and neither is he so we end up paying around $50 which he almost didn’t want to charge us ’cause he messed up. An honest cab driver. Guess the New Year has greeted us in a good way. Baby Blue is alone except for another car in the parking lot at 2 am and is covered in a not so thin sheet of ice. Yep, it’s cold.
As expected we rise late on January 1st 2013. What is left of it will be spent on the computer and lazing around. We decide to go out walking to dinner where there is a mall and Firenze, an italian restaurant that is open tonight. Food was really good and service excellent.
The second day of the year was to be spent lunching with a friend Ramon Shiloh which I haven’t seen in years since we were mentors for the Young Native American Playwrights Program. He is a wonderful artist, illustrator, and storyteller. He has a book published and one out soon: Listener. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to happen. We’ve been a bit under the weather and exhausted. Another day of lazing around it is.
The third day of the year finds us in our tourist mode. It’s the first Thursday of the month and the Seattle Art Museum (among others) has free admission. It’s close to where the Underground Tours are so as they say in my neck of the woods we are going to “matar dos pájaros de un tiro” (to kill two birds with one stone) Disclaimer: I am not advocating any violence against animals or anything of the like… it’s a saying that has existed for eons.
It’s cold. Somehow that fact is really diminishing my enjoyment of this city. This city is grey even on sunny days! It has earned its reputation as the Suicide Capital of the world. The cold and the rain and the lack of sunshine is conducive to depression but as this link states it isn’t even on the top 10. It also debunks other myths about states and cities. Fun read.
The Underground Tour is about to start. They have us congregated in this really old bar. Solid wood, defying time to lessen its stance. The guide, Gail, is funny but I concentrate on the floor. Love the tiles.
And my attention is grabbed by this sad seat, tattered and faded holding no vibrancy in its color or plushness in its seat. I imagine it in the lobby of a theater surrounded by rustling skirts, colors and overall excitement.
The floors are unleveled and sinking in parts. We are given a lot of info on the building and rebuilding of the city and on its history, all in the context of a comedy routine that is a bit too much, but she is funny and makes it entertaining. We go back up before going back down but I’m so used to looking down that I spot another set of tiles that I like in front of what professes to be the oldest restaurant in Seattle.
My stomach is grumbling as usual and we go to a Cajun restaurant close by. A nice hot gumbo sounds just like the best antidote to the cold. The place, Marcela’s Creole Cookery, is a hodgepodge of decorating. But the gumbo does warm me up and I got some colorful beads as a send-off.
Before we go to the Art Museum we decide to stop at Seattle’s Central Library. I’m glad we did. The building is structurally stunning and massive.
Today, surprise of surprises, it’s a grey day but on a sunny day it must be so stunning to see it from within with all the angles this place has. And a really stormy rainy day probably creates quite a symphony in here.
Seattle Art Museum is now at our feet. And above us, some flying Fords with lights coming out of every opening in an explosion exposure.
However, in some floors, periods and mediums are mixed in and somehow I am not drawn in. What does, is this painting of a mother and child (his wife and daughter) by William Sergeant Kendall which brings my mom to mind. In two days it will be three years since her passing.
Then a statue of cupid. I photograph its bum for I have the full intention of decorating my bathroom with photos of behinds taken all over the world.
We are not far from Pike’s Market so we decide to have dinner there. End up at Etta’s. Food was really good though I found it expensive for what it was. But it won me over (I had serious hesitation looking at the menu). It starts pouring which gives me an excellent excuse to order a decadent dessert while we wait for the rain to turn into a drizzle. I am just going to become a roly poly if I keep on eating like this so Seattle has to promise not to give me any more excuses for me to keep on eating!