Location: Seattle, WA
Today, woke up, had a very good breakfast: pear with berry jam and kiwis, orange juice, french toast croissant in orange sauce (thick and very sweet and tangy--fantastic). Talked to some Canadians.
Then decided it was time to do laundry, so we drove over and did it. Laundry is boring. Poor Mena couldn't get the detergent out, then some guy told her she had to pull the lever, so she pulled it, then kept pulling it, then after the guy had watched her suffer a bit more, he told her she had to push it back in. Not that I would have done any better at it. The guy probably thought, what kind of overprivileged kids have never done laundry at a laundromat? Oh well.
Then drove back to the B&B, where we started walking out to Volunteer Park, Asian Art Museum, Water Tower etc. but started outside in the rain (and note that everyone in Seattle said "this is not normal rain", so we were not just being typical California primadonnas) and thought better of it. Still needed to eat so we went to a Thai place (Jumjaree) in Capitol Hill--Mena had a very good tofu-vegetable-coconut-red-curry dish. Rather odd soup, though.
Then back to the B&B, where we sat in the sitting room with the cat (one of them) and played Trivial Pursuit. Of course, Mena won, because I'm terrible. But my questions were all obscure about horses and 70s people. Whenever we play Trivial Pursuit the questions always seem very outdated.
Then we played Scrabble, where Mena also won, our goal being to be a "good" Scrabble player, ie. one who scores 300-400. I got 285 or something, and Mena got 315. But then, she used a word that was not a word ("fuzebug"), an extension of an already seemingly-questionable word ("fuze") with her 2 last letters, "b" and "u".
Then we got ready for the dinner with the Seattle bloggers, organized by Daniel. It was fun and was a chance for Mena and I, two work-at-home, always-at-home people, to get out and see people; there's not much to be said about it, other than that:
1. I probably seemed anti-social and creepy.
2. It made Mena want to go home from our trip so she should could spend time on the internet.
It was surreally like being on the internet, this dinner was, perhaps because it's been just Mena and me on this trip for more than a week, so then to see other people seems like... the only other place where I see people, on the internet. Weird.