My alarm clock buzzed exactly at 230a.m. Friday and officially, my Seattle trip begins.With only 3 hours of sleep, my body was surprisingly alert and very excited to venture farther up latitude-wise and see this beautiful city that serves as the backdrop for Grey’s Anatomy (I swore I was crossing fingers that I’ll meet my McDreamy up there).At I drove to the Flyaway station in Van Nuys, rode the ever efficient bus to take me down to LAX.My flight was scheduled to depart at .While waiting in line, the woman in front of me had 3 bags of Louis Vuitton, displayed with such majesty you just want to lick it.I think, though not really sure, she is a Filipina.But then I saw what confirmed my suspicion: a balikbayan box.
Ben and Michelle at the tram going to the Space Needle
I wasted no time to chat up with her but lost interest in an instant when she excitedly told me that she is a huge fan of Manny Pacquiao (not hating him, I’m just not really into boxing).I made a mistake of ordering a double dry cap before boarding that resulted in multiple trips to the airplane restroom which surely didn’t make the paranoid old lady sitting near at the back all too comfortable (‘cuz yeah with my velvet purple scarf, fabulous travel ensemble and moisturizer in hand, I do look like someone who can bring down a plane).I noticed that there were a lot of businessmen on the flight.As soon as the plane leveled 40,000 ft up in the air, they automatically whipped out their laptops and typed, read, studied something uh, business-y.Not to be beaten (as if there was any competition at all) I, also took my laptop out and started watching episode 13 of my latest Korean drama.
At exactly , I touched down at the SeaTac airport and in 20 minutes, newly minted Washingtonian and a good good friend of mine, Michelle picked me up.
Experience and the Space Needle
That 20 minutes made me missed my Asian peeps (as it was only me and the Asian girl at the Hertz counter) but nevertheless lusted on the multitude of cute military guys that were bound for OakHarbor.After a hearty grand slam breakfast from Denny’s, we immediately proceeded to downtown Seattle and took the monorail to Seattle’s famous landmark:the space needle.
Thank goodness for Michelle’s military discount, it saved me $3 from the otherwise insanely expensive admission fee.My take with the space needle is this:it’s a must-go, actually, a requirement for a first time visitor to Seattle but I don’t really expect myself running crazily to the ticket booth on the 2nd visit.
Colorful, uhm, buys
Once you’re up there, it literally takes 5 minutes to circle the place (10 minutes if you really want to stretch it out, 15 if you want to do lunges).But to be fair, the view was spectacular, especially with the sunny weather that we had, which is very rare in this time of the year.The elevator girl nonchalantly pointed out that the Cascades are at the back, and the Olympics are at the front, and Mt Rainier is somewhere out there.It sounds really dramatic but really, they’re only just plain old mountain ranges (I’m clearly not a lover of mountains).But nevertheless, we took the most out of our Space Needle trip through photo ops.
Next stop is the Experience Music Project museum, designed by the world famous Frank Gehry, the same guy that designed that weird but breathtaking Disney Hall in downtown LA.
Fresh fish. Unfortunately I don't like eating them.
It is a museum of music history founded by Paul Allen, the co-founder of Microsoft (this is wikipedia’d you guys).This is where me and Michelle let out the inner frustrated singers/performers in us.We spent 20 minutes on the vocal studio, knowing that people were impatiently waiting.We just pretended that all of them were a figment of our imagination. We also spent time in a booth where you interview each other as “rock stars” then they play it back so you can see the dumba$$es that you were trying to be.We also tried the room where you experience how it is to perform in a stage with fake people cheering you.Disappointingly, there weren’t any “diva” collections.No Mariah Careys, Celine Dions, Whitney Houstons.We ended up with Twist and Shout by the Beatles.
We took the monorail back to downtown, and of course took a picture of this cute guy sitting without him knowing it; a first of a series of stalker-type photos of cute Seattlite men that abound the city.
We walked down to the Pike Place Market, one of the oldest continually-operated public farmer's markets in the countryand officially registered as a US Historic District (wiki’d that too).Our trip will not be complete without a picture of ourselves in front of the first-ever Starbucks store and afterwards, walked down the farmer’s market and to get the full public market experience, we decided to buy organic honey sticks.It was a very interesting market full of history and culture that I felt a little envy that my city doesn’t have it.By , rain poured in and NOW I truly feel like I’m in Seattle.But it’s time to call it a day, as I didn't know we have to drive up north for two hours to stay at Michelle’s place in the small, Gilmore-girl-Star’s Hollow-ish waterfront town of Oak Harbor.
Tourists in prime form
And with steaming sinigang that Michelle cooked for me (zalamats!) and 2 polvorons, day one is finally closing to an end.