I should have known the Pacific Northwest would go and make a liar out of me.
I’m always hemming and hawing over the weather on that side of the West Coast: how I could never live there, it’s too dreary and drizzling all the time, how though beautiful it’s just too chilly for my warmth-loving bones. And then Seattle goes and delivers three consecutive days of 80 degrees. And now I’d like to move there, please.
Don’t get me wrong: I was pleased at this revelation. But I didn’t pack for it. Not even remotely. Case in point: Running shoes aside, the only footwear I brought were a pair of Hunters and a pair of Fryes. And then (accidentally) bought another pair of (vintage) Fryes while shopping in Ballard. Oops. Three pairs of boots in one small carry-on do not an easy packing job make.
Still, it couldn’t have been a more perfect four days. I arrived on Saturday and checked into my hotel room at the Four Seasons.
Now, the Four Seasons is never a bad idea, but this one in particular was downright gorgeous.
I’ve gotten to the point where I’m a hotel snob, and why sleep somewhere stuffy like a Ritz-Carlton when you can stay somewhere contemporary and stylish like a Four Seasons?
When I opened my curtains and saw this was the view, I was kicking myself for not packing a suit. Who would have known I could have used one in Seattle in April?
And then I met up with the NVR Guys, my spirit animals, and the fun really began.
First, we had cocktails at ART in the hotel.
Then, we moseyed down the street to Radiator Whiskey. Want to know how to win over my heart? Take me to a whiskey bar like that one.
Preferably that serves tots like these.
And dessert like this.
And offer fun whiskey-ful drinks such as bourbon margaritas.
The night was over all too soon, and we ended it with Moscow Mules at a fun dive-y bar on 1st Avenue.
Then, the next morning, I wandered around Pike Place and had a spot of breakfast at The Crumpet Shop.
And stumbled into the world’s most perfect map store.
And tried some Fran’s Chocolates, whose shop is attached to the Four Seasons. (Fran, it should be said, is the official chocolatier of the White House. I didn’t even know that was a thing, but now I’m even more impressed than I already was when I devoured that first sea salt caramel.)
And that was just the first 18 hours. I would fall head-over-heels in love with Ballard in the coming days we were there for the #ChampionsSummit (a Microsoft meeting of the minds).