Showing posts with label seattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seattle. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sister in Seattle

I need to say this before I forget, I had the most amusing dream where the Chicago Bulls' Derek Rose danced the waltz with me! ME! Funny that a basketball player figured in my dream, I was that person in P.E. class whom the teacher pointed at to say, Girls, that's how NOT to dribble the ball.

In more random tidbits, here's one of my latest misread passages from magazine articles: Bra Remover. I went, excuse me? A bra remover? How about using one's hands?! A few blinks later, my tired eyes were able to read the text as it was: Bra Makeover.



It's been almost two weeks since my older sister came to visit us in Seattle. She went to Phoenix (desert, cacti and um, older people, according to her) for a work thing and she was able to get a few more days off for us. We made sure to have all four days of her visit as packed with activities as we could. Activities such as:

a visit to Seattle Center where we took lots of pictures with super cute cloudy skies as a backdrop, and yeah, the EMP and Space Needle were in the background as well

a mini shopping spree in the three-floor wasteland that is Forever 21, in downtown Seattle

Another shopping excursion at Premium Outlets followed by...

Dinner at Eagles Buffet in the Tulalip Casino. Keep in mind that this is the sister who once used Buffet as a video game name.

Hanging out outside McDonald's on Third and Pine sipping a McCafe beverage and interacting with locals at the bus stop. Just kidding.

A morning at Snoqualmie Pass for photo ops with snow and creepy deserted buildings

A big family dinner at Maggiano's where almost everyone's dining savvy was on display by ordering the buy-one-take-one-home pasta specials

A cup of coffee at two-hour intervals

A visit to the Pike Place Market pig... and the actual market

A visit to the dueling pianos at Mingebar. AAay, sorry sorry. One more misread item. That was Munchbar, where we narrowly missed a brawl, but did not miss the drops of blood on the ground. Yikes.

A bus ride where my sister took note of some fashion trends such as denim shorts over tights, with cowboy boots

Dimsum brunch where we nibbled on bite-sized dumplings. Just kidding. It was more like inhaling than nibbling.

The objective was to have her as tired as a two-year-old at the end of the day. We were, in fact, so successful at tiring her out that she was asleep as soon as she came within two feet of the bed.

Now, my sister's return home was right on Mother's Day which was sad for her since my nephew didn't get to spend it with his mom. But it was also sad for our Mom who was kind of emo the rest of the day. It was really obvious after she Taylor Momsen-ed her eyes and started gelling her hair with some Dippity-Do.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

This Behavior's Not Unique

You guys, March flew by and I didn't even realize that this blog turned a year old last month.

What I learned, a year later, is that everything has chains. Absolutely nothing's changed.

Just kidding.

I just wanted to drop some song lyrics on all of you. Plus, today, one of the local radio stations, 99.9 KISW, is paying tribute to Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley by playing Seattle music from the '90s. So it's been Sickman and I Don't Know Anything and Lithium and Slaves and Bulldozers and Corduroy all day.

That song. I've always visualized myself getting so, so enraged that I'd start borrowing lines from Corduroy. Picture this, me, finger-pointing, breaking and kicking houseware while saying, I don't want to take what you can give! I would rather starve than eat your bread! Blahblah... I don't want to be held in your debt. I'll pay it off in blood... More throwing and kicking.

Just to be clear, in that little vision, I am also wearing a scarf around my head and movie star sunglasses.

Speaking of being enraged, I am absolutely hooked on HBO's Mildred Pierce. I've only just seen bits of Joan Crawford's version so the miniseries is still new to me. That Veda! If that Little Miss Bitchface was a real person, she would make a compelling argument against having children.

Going back to April 5th, I love this old video of Alice in Chains, when they were young and looked happy: