I find other people fascinating. Last weekend DH and I escaped to Seattle. We didn’t have any firm plans. We wanted to sleep in without our dog Cairo reminding us at six am that he would be open to the idea of breakfast and a spin around on the outside. We planned to go to the art museum. We like to play this game where we look at a painting and try and determine if we saw it in a garage sale for a dollar, would we buy it? One thing I like about when I travel with DH is that we always seem to meet the most interesting people.
The first day we met this woman who was a dentist in town for a conference. Nice lady despite the fact she spends the day picking at people’s tender gum bits with a sharp metal tool. Then it ends up coming out that she is also a guitar player who plays in a thrasher/punk rock band in her evenings. Suddenly my own dentist seemed far less interesting.
The second day we ended up chatting with two guys who were Navy fighter pilots. We got a course on how to land a plane on an aircraft carrier. (summary: very carefully) They went by the names Gearbox and Mongo. I can’t fully express how cool I felt knowing someone with those names. It was like being in Top Gun only without creepy Tom Cruise. When Gearbox heard that we’d been unable to secure a reservation for a fantastic restaurant we really wanted to go to, he picked up his phone made a call and then next minute we had a table waiting. “Just go to the front of the line and tell them Gearbox sent you.” The restaurant was amazing too- it even had a trapeze artist in addition to some killer lasagne. Clearly, what many Italian restaurants are missing is their own trapeze artist.
We also came across an odd balloon animal making homeless clown like fellow. I didn’t chat with him as I was fairly sure that he was directly from a Stephen King book and would steal my soul. DH said hi. If he loses his soul it won’t be my fault. I warned him.