So I took a little trip to Seattle.
And before I even go on, I know everyone is saying this already, but Seattle might rule my face. It’s seriously awesome. It has everything! Incredible food, breathtaking scenery, a NEEDLE TOWER. I want one for my bedroom.
So, here’s my lil’ journey to the BlogHer Foods through my eyes.
I landed in Chicago for a connecting flight to meet basically only my sistuh from anothuh muthuh, Jessica. This is us, instagramming each other like huge dorks right before the plane took off. And it was approximately 2.5 hours before a lovely passenger from two rows back breathed dragon fire on us for talking too much with our “wonderful, loud voices.” What a darling!
And let’s not pay much attention to the strange eye makeup sitch I have going on.
We make it to Seattle right around the same time our 3rd roommate, Jenna lands. We squeal and hug and gush right next to baggage claim. And by the way, I know it’s called the Space Needle so you can go ahead and locate your jaw that’s probably on the floor somewhere. We took the LIGHT RAIL (I got excited) into town and got settled into our hotel room for a smidge. Then we made our way (through a totally not annoying heavy drizzle) to meet Maria, Josh and Caleb for lunch at this super sleek place called the Purple Cafe. I had a pizza. And then I stuck Caleb in my purse.
Later that evening we met my new best friend who I’m going to kidnap tonight when she’s asleep, Betsy for dinner and drinks at this TODIEFOR restaurant called Sitka and Spruce. In fact, I died four times when we walked in. It’s so, so…well, like my new kitchen! Made me miss my dawg. Betsy brought probably the poshest gal on the planet, Heather Christo and I couldn’t stop staring at her. It wasn’t awkward at ALL.
Oh! And right before dinner we picked up Lisa, our 4th and final roommate, who I also fell in love with and tried to cram her into my bag before coming home but her baby bump wasn’t having it. Most. Adorable. Pregnant. Lady. Ever.
This is our group right after eating the most delicious food. Like, super thin delicate sausage links with ALL SPICE in them, you guys.
Eating eating eating. Walking walking walking. I love Jenna’s coat. She’s posh too. Heck, they all are. Ugh.
After a whirlwind ZipList party, we hit the hay faster than a professional hay hitter. THEY EXIST.
Next morning we went to the opening breakfast session thing and watched a few videos lead by Todd and Diane and got our ugly cry on. They really know how to tug at your heart strings!
And then this happened. And I still can’t decide if it was a dream or not because Brandi gave me my matching PHILLIP PHILLIPS T-SHIRT. I’m embarrassed to say how high my voice went as this unfolded.
We sat around, we chilled, we went to lunch, we chilled, we walked around, I’m TRYING NOT TO BORE YOU.
Pike says hi.
Later that evening we went to a fuu-uuu-uuun little Tasty Kitchen party where the carrot tequila drinks flowed and my brassiere showed. FANTASTIC.
Aren’t we a cute bunch of pigeons? We have me, Lisa, Amanda, Maria, Jessica, Jenny and Tracy.
Oh, and this woman you might know.
Ree and I are holding hands right outside of the bottom frame.
I’m just kidding.
Stripey baby bumps!
And then me and Lisa. Look how we’re glowing. THAT would be those carrot drinks. Well, not for her since she’s pregs. I’m rambling.
Two Peas and Auntie Ree. Oh that rhymed.
After the Tasty Kitchen party we went up to Heather Christo’s place and gushed over her house, her kids, her view, her life, her lips. I ended up singing 13,000 Disney songs to her little girl. It was caught on video. We’ll stop there.
Next morning, obvi.
After brunch we walked down to Pike Place Market and omg.
Yeah. I’m moving there in about 20 minutes. I just need to brush my hair real quick.
The day ended with the closing party, hosted by Ree, Jaden and Elise and I FORGOT to take pictures. But it was gorgeous. Beautiful lofty warehouse with lots of white lights, rustic tones, food and a bazillion drink stands.
And this was our last meal. Heather was awesome to play cab girl most of the weekend for us, and she took us to this great place called Palace Kitchen. And we had FRENCH fries, fondue, pasta, mussels, bread and I can’t even stand it.
Heather, will you adopt me? I’ll sing to your daughters? What’s that about a restraining order?
And then I went home.
All in all, it was a truly incredible weekend, seeing lots of old friends and making LOTS of new ones.
MEEEMORRIIIIIESSSS, LIKE THE COOOOOOOOORNERS OF MY MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND.
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