I’m sitting in a bar called the Viking Tavern in Ballard County, Washington. The place is owned by George’s brother Tim. He has opened up an absolutely fabulous bottle of wine from Marietta Cellars. I believe the wine we are drinking is the Red Lot # 29. It’s truly one of the best glasses of red wine I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. It’s a very homey type of tavern, and I am sitting in the corner of the bar. I’m taking a picture of it right now to post here when I get home. Picture taken. God, am I really that much of a geek? I’m sitting in Seattle and taking pictures and writing about it for my online journal.
Madness.
The meeting went very well today, I think, but there really wasn’t much of a need for me to be there. The guys in this particular meeting didn’t really want to hear much of the tech talk, so I pretty much sat there for the bulk of the meeting twiddling my thumbs. In fact, I kept checking my email and hitting the swirl. Fun stuff to do while in a business meeting, no? After the meeting we went back to the hotel to check out then hit downtown Seattle. Of course, the place we hit was Pike Place. God, how I love that district. So many people. The noise, the smells, the sights. Flowers for 5 bucks. If I lived here none of my female friends would ever be without flowers. I got some clams for Eve and picked up a pound of salmon for Karen and I. Of course, I got a Venti coffee from Starbucks, we picked up some souvenirs, and then we headed over here to hang out at the Tavern.
So now Brian and George are playing table top shuffle board, and I’m updating my journal. I’m hoping to hook up with Talulabella from the swirl tonight or tomorrow, and Uncle Mike said something about driving over to Yakima tomorrow to see a dirt bike race. Not so sure how keen I am on the dirt bike race, but the drive is supposed to be gorgeous. And I’ll be able to spend time with Uncle Mike, so it really doesn’t matter what we do.
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