Today we went to Seattle. Walked a lot. I noticed (well, I have been noticing) that my fingernails were a holy mess, so I decided to find a place to get a manicure. Brian was not at all into sitting through that, so he went to an action flick while I got a full-on hand treatment + blood red polish. Much better.

We ate dinner at a Moroccan place on Second Ave. It was super dark inside and there was low seating and a belly dancer. Nevertheless, it still paled in comparison to that one place in Tokyo with the hookahs and drunk Japanese businessmen and gregarious Iranian waiter/host, but nothing will ever top that.

After that, we walked back toward the ferries, passing the Crocodile (cafe) along the way. I somehow have only been there once. I think? You see I left WA when I was barely 21, so I never really got to go to bar shows here, ever. I mainly went to the OK Hotel for shows in Seattle.

We crossed the Sound and both napped. As we drove back toward the house, I found KEXP on the radio. They were broadcasting from the Crocodile, but then the “Sonic Reducer” show started and we were treated to some early Mudhoney and a lovely tune by the Wipers. Yays.

I am pretty beat. Gnight.