Tonight we're headed to see the remaining members of the Grateful Dead in concert. Should be an interesting scene. I've never been....while it's Alan's 150th show or something like that. What a Dead-head! That's one thing I love about him. There are little facts about him, like how many Dead shows he's been to...that totally surprise me. Where did he fit 150 Dead shows into his life? That's almost half a year of concerts!
I hear there will be lot of jams, and tie dye. I'll let you know.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sushi Tuesday
I had a blog for many years...and wrote mostly about travel and what I was up to. I miss writing. And I feel rusty, I'm just going to say it. I'm not sure I have my voice yet. I've been through so many changes in the last 2 years, that feel like I forgot how to write. I have so many questions in my head, like...what will you write about? Why? Where will you start?
I'm going to give it a try. Little by little maybe it will come back to me. Scratch that. It will come back to me. Even if it's not always totally entertaining. It's like riding a bike. Fall off and get back on.
I'll start with last night's dinner. We drove up to Ballard to explore. I've only been in Seattle 2 weeks, so everything still involves a map with me. Of course there's always some disagreement about how we get there and a competition involving the GPS/flip map (my preferred method) and his Iphone (his preferred method). Finally we get there just as the sun is setting over the mountains. The half moon is halfway up in the sky. Seattle is quite beautiful at sunset. We walked up and down a couple of the streets, absorbing the vibe. Some guy who called himself a beat poet stopped us to recite a poem. It was not great, and we didn't buy his book. He said he's following the Dead around. Well, two of the remaining Greatful Dead, that is. Alan and I are going to the same concert next Saturday. It will my first Dead show and Alan's 151st. Or something like that.
Anyway, we investigated a bunch of places to eat and settled on sushi at Moshi Moshi. There is a beautiful replica of a cherry tree in the middle of the restaurant with lit up blossoms. After eating there, I have to say, I may never want to eat sushi in the Midwest ever again. The fish was so fresh, it was devoid of the fishy flavor that activates a gag reflex in me. My midwestern tastebuds just can't handle fishy fish, I'm used to crappies and sunnies--fish that don't taste like fish. They come from lakes, not oceans. However, I'm determined to like it all--but I have to start slow. The seafood salad was a stretch for me, like chewing rubbery fish flavored string. But the scallops on top of one of the Moshi Moshi roll were just like butter. And that's a good thing for a Midwesterner like myself. Everything tastes better with butter.
I'm going to give it a try. Little by little maybe it will come back to me. Scratch that. It will come back to me. Even if it's not always totally entertaining. It's like riding a bike. Fall off and get back on.
I'll start with last night's dinner. We drove up to Ballard to explore. I've only been in Seattle 2 weeks, so everything still involves a map with me. Of course there's always some disagreement about how we get there and a competition involving the GPS/flip map (my preferred method) and his Iphone (his preferred method). Finally we get there just as the sun is setting over the mountains. The half moon is halfway up in the sky. Seattle is quite beautiful at sunset. We walked up and down a couple of the streets, absorbing the vibe. Some guy who called himself a beat poet stopped us to recite a poem. It was not great, and we didn't buy his book. He said he's following the Dead around. Well, two of the remaining Greatful Dead, that is. Alan and I are going to the same concert next Saturday. It will my first Dead show and Alan's 151st. Or something like that.
Anyway, we investigated a bunch of places to eat and settled on sushi at Moshi Moshi. There is a beautiful replica of a cherry tree in the middle of the restaurant with lit up blossoms. After eating there, I have to say, I may never want to eat sushi in the Midwest ever again. The fish was so fresh, it was devoid of the fishy flavor that activates a gag reflex in me. My midwestern tastebuds just can't handle fishy fish, I'm used to crappies and sunnies--fish that don't taste like fish. They come from lakes, not oceans. However, I'm determined to like it all--but I have to start slow. The seafood salad was a stretch for me, like chewing rubbery fish flavored string. But the scallops on top of one of the Moshi Moshi roll were just like butter. And that's a good thing for a Midwesterner like myself. Everything tastes better with butter.
Another beginning
As with any good story, there is lots of foreshadowing as the plot thickens and the characters don't always know what they're getting into. That was definitely the case when I met Alan in a tipi, 2 years ago. We were instant friends and eventual lovers. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. Last year we took a road trip to the NW, we weren't sure about our feelings for each other, but turns out that Montana is a good place to fall in love. Plenty of sky and time on the road. When we visited Seattle, we both agreed we could live there someday. That was last year, around my birthday. Oddly, the bar we went to the night of my 30th birthday is now 3 blocks from our house. It's called the Twilight Exit. Which is really appropriate, because this whole adventure has felt like that. The last year was full of lots of good stuff. Adventures to Burning Man in Nevada, NYC, and Costa Rica....building amazing friendships with people in Minneapolis, learning a lot from being in love, being unemployed, being...just being.
So now we dive into the next chapter. After a year of transition in Minneapolis, Alan landed his dream job in Seattle. We just moved across half the United States together. I've never lived outside of the Midwest and he's from the East coast...so the West is a new adventure for both of us. We embrace the adventure with open minds and hearts full of love. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. We're lucky in love. And ready for all these changes.
So now we dive into the next chapter. After a year of transition in Minneapolis, Alan landed his dream job in Seattle. We just moved across half the United States together. I've never lived outside of the Midwest and he's from the East coast...so the West is a new adventure for both of us. We embrace the adventure with open minds and hearts full of love. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. We're lucky in love. And ready for all these changes.
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