I returned late last night from Seattle–I had such a great time over there! The big event was dinner with a crew from my wonderful publishers, Harlequin’s HQN imprint. We had a lovely time at Daniel’s Broiler–I highly recommend the place if you’re in the market for a good Seattle restaurant. My choice was the lobster salad. Dee–lish–IOUS!
I stayed at the Hotel Max–and that was quite the experience. This is a boutique hotel, I guess you’d call it, and the theme is 80s Rockstars, mostly–if not all–Seattle bands. Every door has a full-length black-and-white of someone from a grunge group, and there are eye charts at the end of each hallway. This produces a weird effect–I compared it to being caught inside Kurt Cobane’s head.
Lest you think I’m panning this hotel, NOT SO. The service is sensational, and there is a great Sushi restaurant attached, called the Red Fin. Since I believe it’s a very good thing to cut loose once in a while and do something different, I’m going on record as saying I had a great time at the Max.
I visited my favorite stores–Coldwater Creek and Chico’s–and spent a few hours at the famed Pike Place Market, too. I was, once again, blown away by the variety of flowers on sale there–such colors. Although I love my country life, the one thing I envy about big cities is the availability of fresh flowers. (Guess I could grow some. I need one more thing to feed and water like I need a hole in the head.)
The dogs and cats were very glad to see me last night–lots of cuddling went on around here. This morning, my horses were waiting at the fence, glad to see me, but more interested in being fed.
It’s good to get away. It’s even better to come home again.