The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels...
"A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."
Ballet flats and flip-flops are definitely NOT Seattle shoes. In fact, all day, I only saw one person with flip flops on besides me. And walking around all morning in the rain made my ballet flats completely soaked in less than a half an hour. After that I walked around with squishy feet mentally berating myself for not packing sneakers OR a jacket. Well, I would've packed a jacket if I had one...
After the rainy day adventure, we headed back to the hotel for some rest. And by rest, I mean a 3 hour nap. I was totally wiped out. Steve, he watched tv and hung around the room while I slept the daylight hours away. But I got up in just enough time to take another trip downtown and have some of the #1 best donuts in America under Lani's recommendation. She saw it on the travel channel so we decided that since Steve LOVES donuts, we better check it out. We drove to Capitol Hill and had some old-fashioned cinnamon sugar donuts at Top Pot. Let me tell you, the Travel Channel was totally right! The donuts were superb! And I even got an extra one for the morning. Yumm-O!
We figured that we should get out and see some more sights and went back to the Seattle Center and took night photos of the places we were at this morning. They turned out much better...almost like a postcard! Then we sat on a bench just enjoying the night and each other's company. It was like a Hallmark moment!
And now I'm back at the hotel in my wonderful jammies, with my wonderful HUSBAND, ready for bed and another exciting day of exploring the West Coast. Tomorrow - we're moving on to Oregon, hopefully stopping by some spectacular views of the ocean and beautiful haystack cliffs!
Thanks for reading!
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ReplyDeletewhy does it not surprise me that one of your first stops would be the sci-fi hall of fame? Sounds like a hoot!
ReplyDelete"clearly not a man to reckon with!" Stags assume you have "wet weather gear" but boy they couldn't be more wrong! Maybe we should have picked up the NYC rain boots for you on Monday:)
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