I was totally whipped last night, so no summary of yesterday’s adventures, but really, you didn’t miss much. We had some confusion about our flight, but that was pretty minor, and when we got to Seattle, we drove around with Steve for a quick tour (all of which went over my head; if you dropped me in the middle of Seattle today, I’d still never get back home). Here are a couple photos.
My God it was cold; I didn’t stay outside long enough to get much more.
We picked up his boyfriend, Esteban, at around 5 and then drove to Tides Tavern in Tacoma for dinner. Good fish and chips!
Addendum:
I forgot to mention that we got to drive over the Tacoma Narrows bridge. For those of you who may be saying “So what,” I remind you that the first Tacoma Narrows bridge was nicknamed “Galloping Gertie” before the winds ripping through the Narrows tore it apart on November 7, 1940.