Caffeine? No, we don’t drink caffeine! Why do you ask?
Friday there was one topic of conversation among my friends and me — where the heck are Marc and Laura? We knew they were supposed to be coming down for the Warped Tour out at the Gorge, but nobody’d been able to get in contact with them or figure out what the deal was. A little disconcerting, since Rick thought he was supposed to be picking them up at the airport, but we figured that if they really needed to get ahold of us, they would. Then we crossed our fingers.
Sunday, though, all was explained. I got a call around noon from Marc — as it turns out, he and Laura had arrived from Anchorage safely and were staying with Laura’s “other mom” out in Lynwood. They’d gotten ahold of Rick on Saturday, the three of them had made it out to the Warped Tour, and now they were back in town and ready to go play. Rock on! First stop — the Hurricane Cafe.
The Hurricane is famous for its 12-egg omelettes — absolutely huge amounts of food. Laura had promised Marc that if he could finish off his omelette, she’d pay for it.
She didn’t have to pay.
He did, however, give it a valiant effort. We’re estimating that he probably got through around 9 of the eggs or so — far more than any of the rest of us would have been able to do!
Much fun was had sitting around, talking, and catching up on our various lives. Once we were all fed (and we’d given Marc a chance to let the eggs settle in his stomach), Rick and I took Marc and Laura out to the Underground Tour here in Pioneer Sqare. The Underground Tour is one of my favorite “touristy” things to do here in town, and I like to take it about once a year or so (no two tour guides ever come up with quite the same set of stories to tell), so I was about due, anyway.
Unfortunately, we failed to convince the two of them to Ride the Ducks (sigh). Someday…
After the tour, we spent some time just wandering around downtown Seattle and enjoying the sunshine. I even managed to get one picture that can be used as evidence that Marc and Laura actually like each other — though Marc, I’m sure, will strenuously deny that every chance he gets. He’s just sweet like that. ;)
Once they all decided they’d had enough sun, we came up to my apartment to hang out for a couple hours, then Marc, Laura and Rick wandered off to find food and get some rest. They’re in town until next Saturday, though, so hopefully I’ll have another chance to get together with them before they leave. Besides, I’ve got to get their mailing address before they leave — I fully intend to subscribe them to the Stranger so they know exactly what they’re missing by continuing to live up in the frozen wastelands of Alaska instead of moving down here like any sane person would!
Oh, and one last thing — just in case you were curious, this is what happens to Alaskans who spend an entire day in the summer sun of the Gorge without bothering to use sunscreen. I don’t recommend it. ;)
