The whitest kids you know.

Hey Snow White, it's gonna be alright, its gonna be alright.

Bonjour, mon amis. Due to Seattle being crippled by 2 inches of snow, my office has declared today a snow day. So naturally, I'm spending this lovely day inside updating my blog and watching hour upon hour of Sports Center. Btw, while we're on sports, if you haven't read this Onion article yet, definitely check it out. Talk about ruining your legacy. In other sports news, the Saints play the worst Cowboys team in decades on Thanksgiving Day. I have a lot to be thankful for this year, but I'm pretty sure that I will be most thankful for the asskicking we will deliver to that multi-pack of douches who call themselves "America's team".

I've made it no secret that I often feel disconcerted by the crazy homogenity of white people in the PacNW, or, as I've been known to call it, "The Great White North". Over the past few months, however, I've found that some of the whiteness has been rubbing off on me. I'd like to share a vignette that display my lack of immunity to the whiteness contagion. I've provided companion links to stuffwhitepeoplelike.com to further show the severity of my condition.

As few weeks ago, I was taking a break from work at my bilingual office and decided to do some reading on the online independent newspaper because I've grown to hate reading CNN and MSNBC news. Wile Perusing The Stranger (Seattle's gay-friendly newspaper), I saw that the Seattle Shakespeare Company was performing an avant-garde production Hamlet that very night. As a former theater-geek, I felt the instant need for a spontaneous date night. Kev and I bundled up(me in my colorful scarf and pea coat and he in his North Face jacket) and had a quick bite to eat (VERY nearly stopping at a Thai-fusion place, but ended up going to get margaritas instead -- what can I say, cheap booze trumps classy any day) before taking the Monorail over to the Seattle Center to see the play. Because noone in Seattle actually rides the Monorail, we got seats in the very front and I felt all the anticipation of a little kid about to ride Space Mountain for the first time. I actually enjoyed the monorail. Even though it's only function is to take people directly between two points in the city with no other stops, you can't beat the view.
This train is bound for glory.

It ended up being a fantastic production, probably the finest version of Hamlet I've ever seen. The actor in the titular role gave a stunning performance, so much so that I would go see a theatrical production of the Aristocrats just to see him perform again.

In other news, Kev's birthday was last week. In celebration, I booked a aurprise weekend getaway to this amazing four-star lodge overlooking Snoqualmie Falls. This place is amazing.
I know what you're thinking: Zombie apocolypse hideout, right? Complete with two fully stocked bars and a hydroelectric plant. Jackpot.


The waterfall throws out a thick mist in all directions. Walking to this overlook gets you soaking wet, but the view is totally worth it.



The standard room comes with a King bed, fully stocked wood-burning fireplace and two-person jetted tub. I must have taken 5 baths in the 24 hours we were there.

Area woman reports fire to be warm, pretty.

And, of course, what's a birthday without a copious amount of booze?
It's a celebration, bitches.

I also booked us a couple's fireside heated river rock massage. Aside from this being his birthday present, it was also my way of convincing him that dating me can have its benefits...sometimes.

The snow began to fall just as we were heading out of the canyon back to the city. On Sunday night. And it didn't stop until just before sunrise this morning. All of the news stations were like: "OMG! Look at the pretty snow!" But no one really said anything about how long it would last, or if anything in the city would be closed. Seattle really does have the worst weather-predicting power of anywhere in the country. Apparently, the city's ability to deal with snow is even worse. A lot of businesses began closing midday (including Kevin's) and a few more begrudgingly let their employees go home a half-hour early (if we "really felt like it was necessary"). I, of course, high-tailed it as soon as I got the green light, only to wait for the bus for about 2 hours. We even decided to go get something to eat and come back, but still had to wait about 45 minutes after dinner before a bus came by to take us home. Arrived home after 9pm, which wasn't that bad considering some of my coworkers didn't get home until 4am because they were trapped on the freeway. So pretty much, we strong-armed our bosses into closing the office today. And you have them to thank for this delightfully perfunctory post. Also: pictures of snow!

Downtown Seattle. Blinged out with ice.



When I was your age, I had to walk home. In the snow. Uphill. Both ways. Selling Matchsticks along the way.



I can do this because I'm wearing my super-white gore-tex outdoorwear waterproof shoes!



Making a snow angel after receiving specific and careful instructions from Kevin on the proper procedure. Also: Birthing a yarny-tentacled beast from my navel.



My snow angel. Or a headless Gumby? You decide.



Kevin laughing at my snow-awe. What a jackass. Doesn't he know this picture means he's going to get killed by that chick from the Ring?


Lindsey Lohan, Charlie Sheen and that dude from Scarface had a party on our balcony.

Winter Wonderland.


This morning, I took this picture instead of going to work. Productivity level maxed out for the day.