I came to Seattle with the vague idea that it is the home of Starbuck’s, grunge music
and the 1990s. So I wanted to get a coffee, go to a concert and wear a Nirvana t’shirt. Unfortunately, American coffee is undrinkable, Starbuck’s is highly overrated, and I couldn’t get concert tickets for Nirvana because they’ve stopped touring or for Radiohead because they sold out. So that joke didn’t really pan out, did it?
However, we did discover that the EMP museum has a Nirvana exhibition so we got to see Kurt Cobain after all. I almost bought a t’shirt that had both Nirvana and seahorses on it – but then I remembered that turquoise isn’t my colour and I would honestly never wear it.
So disappointing, I know.
Can I make it up to you with this lovely photograph of the Space Needle, which we didn’t go up because of aforementioned elevator-related anxieties (also, a complete disinterest in doing so)?
At least this way you’ll know I really am here, despite my failure to achieve a single one of my Seattle goals. )Presuming, of course, that you believe I actually took the picture myself. I promise you I did. Unless Brad took it – but considering the amount of foliage in the way, it really looks more like my kind of composition, so I’m going to continue to maintain the claim that I was the photographer.)
Oh, I almost forgot. I found this: