I drive to the ocean and discover that New Year's resolutions will write themselves if you let them. I learn Kung Fu. I take a roadtrip down to Portland with my mom and meet up with Misty and her sister to watch The English Department's wedding show. We ooh and ahh and then we drive home.
I help Heather and Altrooist with the 1st Annual Drunken Spelling Bee. Heather is brilliant (as always!) and talks Luke Burbank into hosting. I fly to New Orleans to celebrate the marriage of Rachel and Chris and my 8th wedding anniversary. I meet Naomi and Rocky for the first time. Misty and Chris are there too. I decide I want to take all of these people with me on all my future vacations.
I drive back down to Portland with Misty to help her pick out a wedding dress at the lovely English Department. I spend a long weekend in Astoria, Oregon. I sip coffee, chat with my mom, read a book about Richard Feynman, tour decaying museums, hike up a very tall column, visit Canon Beach and generally enjoy the drizzle.
I bike to Gas Works Park to picnic with 7 happily unemployed people and 1 adorable puppy. I attend a wedding where I dance outside in the grass in 90 degrees until my feet are so impossibly bistered that I have to kick off my shoes. I keep dancing.
Work is non-stop busy. Then Misty and Chris get married! I want to give a toast but I'm too blubbering and teary to even stand up.
I visit San Juan Island and fall in love with Washington all over again. I club a golf ball around at Smashputt! I fly to San Francisco for less than 24 hours. A week later I fly back to San Fransisco.
This time Rachel and Chris are also in town and we meet up to devour the Zuni Cafe chicken. Then they take me to this place in the Tenderloin with a secret entrance where you need a password to get in. The drinks are killer.
I give up on the summer and start looking forward to fall. I visit Coupeville on the way to the pumpkin patch with Neilson, Stacy and The Dude for our annual Farmoween trip.
My stupid inherited car finally dies. Luckily it dies in front of my house. I black out multiple teeth in the name of the dead. I go rock climbing with Misty. Indoors. With a padded floor.
I fly to Boston. I'm in love. Then I fly to New York. More city love. I have the most amazing meal at Sushi of Gari 46. I continue to have fantastic food everywhere I go, like The Spotted Pig and Russ & Daughters.
Rachel and Chris are in town too! I try to catch my flight back to Seattle and Delta refuses to let me on because I'm 5 minutes late. I cry and then I pull it together. I catch a cab back to NYC and crash with Rachel and Chris. We hit the Breslin. Life is good.
We wander around NYC some more. The weather is perfect. Blue skies and warmish. I look up and we're in Washington Square Park. It's so warm outside it feels like I'm getting sunburnt. It's the best feeling ever. Then I almost miss my flight back to Seattle again.
Back in Seattle I bake. It snows. I buy a new car. I roast my first turkey for Thanksgiving. I obsess about what to bring to Cook Book Club. I sit by the fireplace and write Christmas cards, enjoy the little things and bake some more.
I remind myself that I don't need to be attached to the Internet every waking moment of the day and that done is better than perfect.
Based on this, I think your year was more awesome than mine. :) Love you!
Posted by: Misty | Monday, 03 January 2011 at 10:17 PM
Not possible! ;)
Posted by: sprizee | Monday, 03 January 2011 at 10:33 PM
I definitely prefer your year to mine. xoxo
Posted by: Pants | Monday, 03 January 2011 at 10:35 PM
Quite the year.
Posted by: Chris | Friday, 21 January 2011 at 06:38 PM