Sizzle Says

Bird flew home this morning. Boo hoo! I love having her here. Why can’t all my best pals move here? While I work out that plan, I’ll just have to keep making sure that they have a stellar visit each time they come up and slowly but surely brainwash them into believing that Seattle is THE place for them. I mean really, this place IS that cool and um hello, I live here. Total bonus!

We packed a lot into 48 hours. Swimming and The Kingfish Cafe and kayaking and Agua Verde. Remedy Teas and Scrabble. (Bird had never played the game. WTH!? That had to be remedied. Har har. Get it? We were at Remedy Tea? Oh shuddup. I know it was bad.) Bird, the overachiever that she is, took in a yoga class while I tried to catch up on blog reading (geez you guys are prolific!). Dinner at the super yummy Panos Kleftiko (mmm feta) and then a disappointing trip to Chopstix Piano Bar. Maybe it was the Tuesday night crowd but it was pretty lame. I mean, Guitar Hero in between sets? Gah! But Bird did get up and sing Summertime. She’s such a rock star.

My favorite Bird-ism of the trip: “It’s like I’m a detective of my own mind.”

I miss you already. Squawk!

“Stars shining bright above you/Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”/Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees/Dream a little dream of me/Say nighty-night and kiss me/Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me/While I’m alone and blue as can be/Dream a little dream of me. . .” -Dream a Little Dream