We arrive in Seattle
Dec. 16th, 2006 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutAnd disaster strikes. And we barely notice.
Today was the first impact on us by the storm (which did no detectable damage here in the heart of the U-district -- apparently there are good things about not having big trees nearby; who knew?). We tried to go to brunch at Cafe Flora. I made a wrong turn on Madison, and then had to detour around the HUGE tree that was down. We were, meantime, getting a little nervous about all the traffic lights being out.
Sure enough, by the time we got to the restaurant, it wasn't open because there was no power.
Foolishly, I had forgotten my cell phone, and didn't have the number of the person we were going to be meeting for brunch. I cudgeled my hormonally inept brain for her numbers and eventually came up with a home number, which we left a message at. Didn't matter; turns out _she_ had forgotten her cell, too! When she got to the restaurant, she saw a blue subaru (which I drive, but mine is back East) in which a woman with approximately my hair coloring and style was nursing a toddler. She knocked on the window, and scared the heck out of a total stranger who I would probably like a lot. ;-)
Anyway, she then went home, retrieved her phone, and came over to the hotel. We walked to breakfast at Costa's, which was packed, as apparently there are a lot of people without power looking for breakfast.
Today was the first impact on us by the storm (which did no detectable damage here in the heart of the U-district -- apparently there are good things about not having big trees nearby; who knew?). We tried to go to brunch at Cafe Flora. I made a wrong turn on Madison, and then had to detour around the HUGE tree that was down. We were, meantime, getting a little nervous about all the traffic lights being out.
Sure enough, by the time we got to the restaurant, it wasn't open because there was no power.
Foolishly, I had forgotten my cell phone, and didn't have the number of the person we were going to be meeting for brunch. I cudgeled my hormonally inept brain for her numbers and eventually came up with a home number, which we left a message at. Didn't matter; turns out _she_ had forgotten her cell, too! When she got to the restaurant, she saw a blue subaru (which I drive, but mine is back East) in which a woman with approximately my hair coloring and style was nursing a toddler. She knocked on the window, and scared the heck out of a total stranger who I would probably like a lot. ;-)
Anyway, she then went home, retrieved her phone, and came over to the hotel. We walked to breakfast at Costa's, which was packed, as apparently there are a lot of people without power looking for breakfast.