How many ways do I love thy vegan baked goods, thine cars that stop for we by foot, thy moutain-tops and fat olde differently shaped and colored houses, thy coffee beans and Puget sound ships and scenes. Ah, Seattle.
We went primarily for my Nana’s memorial, where the family toasted to her memory with shots of pink wine, her favorite, the kind that bartenders reportedly laugh at, atop the balcony you see above, where Nana settled back in 1946 or so.
It was awesome to reunite with friends and family, and to work on our figures via the fine foods available in plant form. Such as Ballard’s Hot Cakes:
Our show with Abductee and Below Blackstar took place in Seattle’s only vegan bar, the Highline, which Rob and I had scoped out last year once we noticed the irresistible combination of great diner food and a stage. Our families all came out (even our sweet peeps from Rainier!) and good friends, so we were quite glad to make several dedications and even have a technical difficulty to show them we’re still having technical difficulties after a decade of performances.
The last night of our stay we hit Mom’s concert, and it was wonderful with no technical difficulties and beautiful choral arrangements. Though she didn’t dedicate any of the movements to us, she did give us a big thumbs up at an appropriate moment for a violinist to do so in an audience of over 2,000 seats.
In short, thank you Seattle! To our families, friends, and, to Nana, who said, in her secret to happiness, “I laugh every day.” Here’s to finding funny.