Catching me in the middle of another particularly bad Seattle-homesickness moment, M called today and asked what I wanted to do for our second anniversary. Second. Anniversary. Two years ago I lived on Capitol Hill in an apartment with my cat. Two years ago on the fourth of July M came to visit me in Seattle and we watched the fireworks over Lake Union and got all gooey and cute - totally disgusting all my friends who didn't think I had it in me.
So, long story short, we're going to Seattle. I'm overcoming my completely-irrational-September-11th-airplane-phobia and we're flying there on the 4th. I get a romantic weekend with my boyfriend! I get to see actual people who like me! I'm salivating just thinking about the deliciousness of summer in Seattle - the dusk that lasts half the night, blackberries growing on the side of the road, the ferries crossing Puget Sound, the incredible wonderful Capitol Hill freak parade, Espresso Vivace (eat your heart out Starbucks), Six Arms cider, no smog. I can listen to KEXP on the radio instead of on MP3 stream, and I can read a copy of The Stranger on real paper.
Note to angry terrorists: Please blow up the plane on the way back so I can die happy.Posted by kia at June 10, 2002 11:06 PM