Lest you be afraid that I spend all my evenings surrounded by cat
This weekend was "Back to Bellingham" weekend, Western's half-hearted--though pleasantly more alliterative--attempt at Alumni Weekend. Ari, Ardith & I drove up for Ardith's thesis adviser's retirement party, and also because we were in dire need of highlighter yellow sweatshirts:
|Pamplona numero uno.|
|A sample. Elkhorn were our fave.|
Temple Bar has long been a favorite of mine (thanks to Chelsea, my saving grace when it comes to wine & cheese tips!) because the happy hour special is a bottle of wine and a cheese plate FOR FIFTEEN DOLLARS. We could have stayed all day, but the waitress brought our check. I think we were a little loud for the laid back ambiance. Weird.
We stopped in at the Honeymoon for a glass of mead, but ended the night at the Beaver, where almost 5 years ago I ended my 21st birthday. It's moved to a new location, but the bartender--and the deep-fried macaroni & cheese triangles--are the same old same old.
It was exactly the way I needed to spend the penultimate weekend before my return to the East coast--because in a year where many things have gone terribly wrong, it was so lovely to have a reminder of why Seattle will always be home.
Also this happened:
|I have the best friends in the world.|