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I hope that everyone else's Valentine's Day was as unexpectedly lovely as mine. (Or expectedly, if you wish. I don't begrudge you your expectations.) Highlights from yesterday include:
Another couple joined us in the elevator on our way back down from the observation deck of Smith Tower (is it -the- Smith Tower or just Smith?) We started down and, a moment too late, the other girl jumps in an attempt to feel weightless. We laugh, and I continue to stare out the gates at the offices we pass through. How do the receptionists feel, I wonder, about watching people go up and down all day while she (or he) sits at her (or his) desk? The elevator starts to slow and I'm confused and a little nervous since we're nowhere near the bottom. It stops, and the operator tells the girl that now she can jump as he starts it again. She jumps, and I don't know if she actually gets the weightless feeling she seeks or if she's just as caught off-guard as I am at the elevator operator's overabundance of personality. This is, I realize, something that I had been taking for granted the whole way up and the whole way down.
Later we went to see "The Time of Your Life," which was phenomenal. Really, those of you in the Seattle area....run, don't walk. It's at the Rep. I'm a big fan of William Saroyan's book "The Human Comedy," which I just sort of stumbled upon a few years ago because I liked the title. I hadn't ever read this play, though; I've only heard about it. It was easily one of the best performances I've ever seen. And our seats! While we weren't quite close enough to be spit on, we could smell the gum they were chewing (we were in the third row). The set was well-conceived and the timing was spot-on. Really, I can't rave enough. I'm for serious: run, don't walk.
During intermission, the woman sitting behind me said "there's an ant in here." She was very upset about the ant and in fact talked about it all the way through intermission. Fortunately for her, when the lights came up at the end of the show we all discovered that the man a seat away on my right had squished it. Poor thing, it had just come to see the show. (Aside, to all my Southerners: There aren't any fire ants up here, so it's impossible to feel sorry for people that are complaining about ants that don't bite.)
One thing I noticed yesterday was that there were an overabundance of horse-and-carriages downtown. I can't imagine why you would want to take a romantic horse and carriage ride through the downtown core. "Over here you see the GAP. This crowd of shoppers has just come from Nordstroms. Now, we're stuck in traffic." I mean, really.
I just can't say enough about yesterday and how great it was, because I have a fabulous boyfriend who planned an amazing day with the clever use of fortune cookies. He should get a trophy, but instead I'll just tell all of you.
Another couple joined us in the elevator on our way back down from the observation deck of Smith Tower (is it -the- Smith Tower or just Smith?) We started down and, a moment too late, the other girl jumps in an attempt to feel weightless. We laugh, and I continue to stare out the gates at the offices we pass through. How do the receptionists feel, I wonder, about watching people go up and down all day while she (or he) sits at her (or his) desk? The elevator starts to slow and I'm confused and a little nervous since we're nowhere near the bottom. It stops, and the operator tells the girl that now she can jump as he starts it again. She jumps, and I don't know if she actually gets the weightless feeling she seeks or if she's just as caught off-guard as I am at the elevator operator's overabundance of personality. This is, I realize, something that I had been taking for granted the whole way up and the whole way down.
Later we went to see "The Time of Your Life," which was phenomenal. Really, those of you in the Seattle area....run, don't walk. It's at the Rep. I'm a big fan of William Saroyan's book "The Human Comedy," which I just sort of stumbled upon a few years ago because I liked the title. I hadn't ever read this play, though; I've only heard about it. It was easily one of the best performances I've ever seen. And our seats! While we weren't quite close enough to be spit on, we could smell the gum they were chewing (we were in the third row). The set was well-conceived and the timing was spot-on. Really, I can't rave enough. I'm for serious: run, don't walk.
During intermission, the woman sitting behind me said "there's an ant in here." She was very upset about the ant and in fact talked about it all the way through intermission. Fortunately for her, when the lights came up at the end of the show we all discovered that the man a seat away on my right had squished it. Poor thing, it had just come to see the show. (Aside, to all my Southerners: There aren't any fire ants up here, so it's impossible to feel sorry for people that are complaining about ants that don't bite.)
One thing I noticed yesterday was that there were an overabundance of horse-and-carriages downtown. I can't imagine why you would want to take a romantic horse and carriage ride through the downtown core. "Over here you see the GAP. This crowd of shoppers has just come from Nordstroms. Now, we're stuck in traffic." I mean, really.
I just can't say enough about yesterday and how great it was, because I have a fabulous boyfriend who planned an amazing day with the clever use of fortune cookies. He should get a trophy, but instead I'll just tell all of you.
