Merry Christmas from the land of 24-hour power
Posted by adiamondinsunlight on December 26, 2007
I have been off the blogging grid for the past few days, ever since arriving back in Seattle for the holidays. The delights of uninterrupted power and drinking water have been too distracting – I just walk around open-mouthed at all the lights I can turn on, the heating that remains constant, the fact that I can drink from any tap in the house. Woo-hoo 🙂
And in my spare time, I have had some fun (and some funny) adventures. Last Saturday I went on a walking tour of Seattle’s Art Deco architecture with J, a friend from college days. We both waxed a bit New York-nostalgic when the tour guide compared the Seattle Tower to its design “cousin”, the Empire State Building. And we both wished that Seattle wasn’t quite so rainy that day, since unlike the actual tourists on the tour, neither of us had brought an umbrella.
On Sunday night, we had dinner with the H’s at Flying Fish, a seafood (obviously …) restaurant in Belltown. My tuna was delicious, but some of the dishes were for more adventurous fish eaters, like ono and monkfish (“like mackerel but less oily”, explained the server). M soldiered bravely through an adult plate of steamed clam pasta (“I didn’t eat one piece of seaweed”, M announced proudly at the end, ignoring the fact that prying clams from their shells would have turned off most children of the same age) while my sister recounted the saga of our arrival.
Upon reaching Seattle’s downtown, we were rear-ended by a Lincoln Navigator whose driver turned a deaf ear to my father’s “please stop reversing so you don’t hit us” honking. After exchanging insurance information and business cards, we drove off.
Can you believe he’s from Iowa? my sister, who had gotten out to take photos of our fender (and type the information on her Q Phone, since none of us had a pen). The driver’s parents live in a town near my parents’ suburb, surprising him so much that he dropped my father’s business card. Its not all that often that two Iowans have a car accident in downtown Seattle.
What surprised us was the fact that my brother-in-law knew his name.
Are you serious? he asked. He’s a sports star.
So, there you have it: Merry Christmas from the land of functional government, 24-hour power, and white athletes from Iowa. Its snowing here – big beautiful flakes dripping down from the sky – and I’ve just been asked to bring in more Riesling. Happy holidays to you all, and see you back in Beirut for New Year’s Eve!