I'd like your Seattle to go.

Hello from Seattle, Washington!  My first impression of your city -- because I know you worry about these things?  Oo

 It's COLD!  By GOD, people, it's JULY and 65 degrees!  I suppose it could be that I just left my house where the air-conditioners froze up and died yesterday, and I was sweating upon impact of the outdoor air.  It's SO hot on the Eastern half of the US that air conditioners are dying miserable deaths. 

This Seattle air is AMAZING.  Can I haz house here?  I'd add the two photos I took on the flight down, but I am in the business center of the hotel, and this PC doesn't support more than one window or link at a time.  *blogger fail*  I don't think I am supposed to be blogging from this PC anyway, these are for business use, right?  They are NOT for disseminating illegal materials!  Okay.  I'll try.

I got in to the Doubletree Airport Hotel at about 3PM Seattle time.  It's a cute place, the front desk smells of vanilla and natural gas, I can't figure that out, but somehow it works.  It's ambience.  I did find a natural gas fireplace, because I was so... cold in July.   (Yes, I find this hilarious.  I'm a dork, I am COLD in JULY!) 

I arrived with about 48578928 displaced pilots and flight attendants whom Clearly Shut Off Their Happy Faces after work.  W-o-w is all I can say about that.  "Someone's not very chipper."  There was a pout, a foot-stomp and a walking away!  This gal demanded instant customer service because she was wearing her Wings.  "Ma'am, you'll have to get to the back of the line."  Harrumph.  People, a little niceness goes a long way.  So deal.

I immediately forgot that I am running on Eastern Standard Time and my body is a little backwards.  I got out of the hotel room to avoid going to sleep, since I spent much of the day cat-napping on two planes. 

Sleep, twitch, wake, head-drop, drool, twitch, wake, repeat. 

The turbulence was not terrible, there were two episodes that made me want to consider death, even while partially medicated.  The first flight I took one-half chill pill and was unable to drop into a decent nap at all, the second flight I took a touch more and I was able to lose about two hours to the twitch, drool, jump fun.  

My connection to Seattle from Chicago included a seat mate with a dog!  That was a first -- but at least it was NOT food, particularly not a sandwich with onions.  I win this time.  Had the dog a foul odor, I would have cried.  He was just a little guy, in a collapsible crate, no discernable stink.  His doggy parents were pleasant, their kids, amazingly well-behaved.  The Dad kept telling the puppy that he was a "good boy," and I had to wonder if the kids got the same treatment.  They were adorable.

But, I got a cookie.

The Doubletree prides itself on offering warm cookies.  I can't remember what the front desk staffer said to me when she offered me the cookie, but I think it was "for a warm welcome," a cookie.  I wanted warm meat.  I'm hungry. 

I'm rambling.  I suppose I should go hunt and gather for something to eat.  I tend not to eat on flight days -- JUST in case I feel icky on the plane.  Now, I am on land and hungry, and not for the other half of the cookie. 

 As I typed this, the Sales staff in the office is chatting about an event.  "How about a baby greens salad with a warm goat cheese fritter as one of the substitutions?" 

Yes, please.  It's kind of neat to be a fly on the wall in here.  Can I have your salad? 

Thanks.

The discussion about this event is quite intriguing.  They are creating a sales pitch for a company, with the regional foods, "Beef from Montana, Seafood from here..."  Oh dear.  Now there's discussion about a four-course entree. 

I need to get out of here.