So I traveled to Seattle twice for work in the past two weeks–a few days before Thanksgiving and a few days after. These were my first two trips to Seattle, and I never knew the downtown Seattle waterfront dropped several hundred feet to the Puget Sound waterfront in the course of just four or five blocks. Walking downhill a block in the rain and gale force winds was precarious; walking uphill a block on a sunny morning was no day at the beach either. Nevertheless, the view of Puget Sound from the top of the Columbia Center building was pretty amazing.
On my first trip, I must have walked by 30 Starbucks, Seattle’s Best, and Tully’s coffee shops, but I didn’t partake even once. (I did have a couple lattes on the second trip.) I had dinner with a colleague at Flying Fish. The calamari appetizer was great as was the warm grappa brownie for dessert. The seared sea scallops were okay.
While returning to Dallas just before Thanksgiving was much easier than I expected, the next trip was monumentally more difficult. A cold front came in to Dallas late on Wednesday evening, which cancelled my direct flight to Seattle, then my connecting flight through Las Vegas, then the one through Ontario, CA–all of which meant I couldn’t get to Seattle Wednesday night. After returning home from the airport, I got a seat on the first flight out Thursday morning, only to wake up at 4 a.m. to the news that the flight had been cancelled. Finally, I got to Seattle at noon local time (and several hours late).
Had dinner at The Metropolitan Grill with some colleagues. The lobster bisque was good, though it suffered from a paucity of lobster. I had some steak/crab combination that was very tasty. They must get a deal on Idaho potatoes in Seattle as the entree was served with a pumpkin-sized mound of garlic mashed potatoes.
Despite overeating, I worked through most of the night in my hotel room on a big project. Since I can’t work in silence, I had the television on most of the time. At some point early in the morning, Scent of a Woman with Al Pacino came on. I had never seen it, and, again I was only half watching the movie, but I hardly saw a woman, nor did I hear much discussion of any scent. Pacino tangoed with a woman at some point, but it seemed ancillary to the relationship with Chris O’Donnell. I guess I missed the point of the movie.
Gabreille Anwar, the girl with whom he dances, is the point of that movie. Her back is sublime. Throw the rest of the movie away but watch that dancing scene again just for her back.
If Elaine was there she’d say – “What – are you gonna back her in?”
Okay, if you say so. I saw that part and shrugged. Any other backs I should take note of?
By the way, I thought you were a leg man.
“Legs? I have legs.”
(I guess, technically, I have a back. But it’s no great shakes.)
Sadly, I know of no other famous backs. (Except that girl George wants to take to the ball.) There’s a scene in one of those Leslie Nielsen movies where they show him from the back without his shirt on and it’s clearly a body builder standing in. But that’s it.
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