how can i keep from singing?
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ironymaidena nice rehearsal tonight. the fact that we didn't sing the Agnus Dei was ameliorated by my seatmate comparing Rutter's loving and ultimately peaceful Requiem to the brimstone in Mozart. (alas, my impressionable brain will always hear it being squeaked out by Tom Hulce, punctuated by "are you writing this down?" "you go too fast" etc. etc.*)
this past week marked ten years with C and seven years of that married. (Beware the Ides of March!) we traditionally spend the weekend away, even if it's a hotel in town with one of those giant bathtubs. until this time, the burden of planning was largely mine. this year C insisted on surprising me, and i was pleased and excited, but spent the next month or so faithlessly fretting.
i am such a silly bitch.
we took a half-day on Friday, and all i knew was that we were going to a B&B in Port Angeles. the drive started with the Bainbridge ferry and only got more and more beautiful. eventually we slowly negotiate the directions through Port Angeles, into this residential neighborhood of tiny one-story homes, and then, smack in the middle of it, is the improbably large Tudor Inn.
when we arrived, there was a fire in the grate, a side table set with hot water and tea accoutrements, and a platter of homemade cookies, truffles, nuts, and grapes. oh, and a bottle of wine waiting for after dinner.
Betsy, the innkeeper, is astonishing. did we have dinner reservations? would we like to have some made? here is a binder with the menu of every restaurant in town. i have prosecco for you in your room. would you like to have that chilled, or just take it home?
we walked through town to dinner, and were rewarded with a bluff-top view of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Vancouver Island. we had prime rib, and desserts the size of my head. then a leisurely ramble back to wine by the downstairs fireplace and a bath.
we stayed in the "Country" room. the picture does not show the wisteria-covered balcony or the clawfoot bathtub. it also does not show the Baci chocolates. unlike other B&Bs past, the mattress was good and the bedframe silent and sturdy.
breakfast was phenomenal, followed by multiple suggestions for the day and maps and instructions. when we were ready to head out the door, Betsy handed us a bag of cookies to go. Olympic National Park is all of five minutes away, so we drove up to Hurricane Ridge and had fabulous views until we reached the top, which was swathed in cloud - but there was lovely light snow. we also saw three blacktail does browsing along the road. we visited Black Diamond Winery , rounded the day out with rambling in town, and a nap, and dinner in a basement restaurant. (Betsy again. J- i'm not very hungry. C- i'd like to eat more than that. B- what about Michael's? they have a nice tapas menu. C&J- aha! B- i'll call and let them know you're coming.)
Sunday breakfast was even better, starting with our own newspaper outside our door. this time instead of the dining room, we were at a table for two in front of the fireplace in the library. Betsy showed us her photo album, we chatted about snow, quilting, her oddly leggy amaryllis, the recent archeological finds (and their relationship to the local economy), and the tall ships stopping there to go through immigration this June.
on the way home we stopped at Costco and bought The Incredibles, as well as Buffy Season One (if you do not already own it, it was about $20, and the Costco packaging includes a coupon for $10 off any other season you buy later). then we went to Olympic Cellars (woman-owned and operated. rawr!) and zipped back to around Poulsbo, where at least three traffic lights in a row were dead, and we experienced an oddly civilized series of four-way stops on a four -lane highway.
the Girl Scouts in Winslow are brilliant. they were walking the ferry queue with cookies for sale. i came out of the weekend with at least six bottles of wine, the two tiny proseccos, two boxes of Samoas and some Thin Mints.
we used the WSF free wifi on the way home. and i gloried in Seattle standing on the bow of the car deck. i was sore tempted to slip under the yellow rope, but there were kids. once home, there was a quick bite at SushiLand, and then The Incredibles. it continues to be an amazingly well-crafted film.
"I am your wife. I am the greatest good you will ever have." damn straight. but i'm awfully lucky. i had a great time, and i may have said thank you a few too many times, because i don't think C quite knew what to do.
*if you don't recognize that as Amadeus, shame on you, and i will happily schedule a viewing of the DVD.
this past week marked ten years with C and seven years of that married. (Beware the Ides of March!) we traditionally spend the weekend away, even if it's a hotel in town with one of those giant bathtubs. until this time, the burden of planning was largely mine. this year C insisted on surprising me, and i was pleased and excited, but spent the next month or so faithlessly fretting.
i am such a silly bitch.
we took a half-day on Friday, and all i knew was that we were going to a B&B in Port Angeles. the drive started with the Bainbridge ferry and only got more and more beautiful. eventually we slowly negotiate the directions through Port Angeles, into this residential neighborhood of tiny one-story homes, and then, smack in the middle of it, is the improbably large Tudor Inn.
when we arrived, there was a fire in the grate, a side table set with hot water and tea accoutrements, and a platter of homemade cookies, truffles, nuts, and grapes. oh, and a bottle of wine waiting for after dinner.
Betsy, the innkeeper, is astonishing. did we have dinner reservations? would we like to have some made? here is a binder with the menu of every restaurant in town. i have prosecco for you in your room. would you like to have that chilled, or just take it home?
we walked through town to dinner, and were rewarded with a bluff-top view of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Vancouver Island. we had prime rib, and desserts the size of my head. then a leisurely ramble back to wine by the downstairs fireplace and a bath.
we stayed in the "Country" room. the picture does not show the wisteria-covered balcony or the clawfoot bathtub. it also does not show the Baci chocolates. unlike other B&Bs past, the mattress was good and the bedframe silent and sturdy.
breakfast was phenomenal, followed by multiple suggestions for the day and maps and instructions. when we were ready to head out the door, Betsy handed us a bag of cookies to go. Olympic National Park is all of five minutes away, so we drove up to Hurricane Ridge and had fabulous views until we reached the top, which was swathed in cloud - but there was lovely light snow. we also saw three blacktail does browsing along the road. we visited Black Diamond Winery , rounded the day out with rambling in town, and a nap, and dinner in a basement restaurant. (Betsy again. J- i'm not very hungry. C- i'd like to eat more than that. B- what about Michael's? they have a nice tapas menu. C&J- aha! B- i'll call and let them know you're coming.)
Sunday breakfast was even better, starting with our own newspaper outside our door. this time instead of the dining room, we were at a table for two in front of the fireplace in the library. Betsy showed us her photo album, we chatted about snow, quilting, her oddly leggy amaryllis, the recent archeological finds (and their relationship to the local economy), and the tall ships stopping there to go through immigration this June.
on the way home we stopped at Costco and bought The Incredibles, as well as Buffy Season One (if you do not already own it, it was about $20, and the Costco packaging includes a coupon for $10 off any other season you buy later). then we went to Olympic Cellars (woman-owned and operated. rawr!) and zipped back to around Poulsbo, where at least three traffic lights in a row were dead, and we experienced an oddly civilized series of four-way stops on a four -lane highway.
the Girl Scouts in Winslow are brilliant. they were walking the ferry queue with cookies for sale. i came out of the weekend with at least six bottles of wine, the two tiny proseccos, two boxes of Samoas and some Thin Mints.
we used the WSF free wifi on the way home. and i gloried in Seattle standing on the bow of the car deck. i was sore tempted to slip under the yellow rope, but there were kids. once home, there was a quick bite at SushiLand, and then The Incredibles. it continues to be an amazingly well-crafted film.
"I am your wife. I am the greatest good you will ever have." damn straight. but i'm awfully lucky. i had a great time, and i may have said thank you a few too many times, because i don't think C quite knew what to do.
*if you don't recognize that as Amadeus, shame on you, and i will happily schedule a viewing of the DVD.
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