So neither of us is lost or dead. We are happy.
We both arrived and got to the hotel with the people nice to us. We said, we need food! So we called a cab, who took us Pike Market and left us there, considerably poorer than we were at teh beginning.
This is where it began.
We could not find food.
To clarify--neither of us are huge fish eaters. And we looked around at all the neat shop things and got horribly, horribly confused by teh many, many, many flights of stairs that eventually led us to water. We stared at teh water for a while and considered just sitting down, taking out our phones, and calling livejournal to make an entry saying we needed to be rescued. (Madelyn here: There were nice pier type things. They looked restful.)
By this time it was about three o'clock pm. (She's not even exaggerating. We wandered. For. Hours. There were totems and lots of water and every single type of business but one that would provide FOOD. Damn you, Seattle.)
Anyway, we walked the waterfront, mocking the cross country runners and the scary people alike, and looked at the water. The water stayed there. We did not. Eventually, we were teased by a place called The Old Spaghetti Factory, and we ran--yes, we *ran*, (there was a big street but OMG THE PROMISE OF FOOD!!!! It looked dark, but I didn't want to say anything that might diminish our spirit.) but sadly, they denied us food by not being open until four thirty and it was three forty-five. (And we were like, we can totally keep walking and then come back if we find nothing else. Like we'd be able to FIND that sucker again.)
So we took off north, using the space needle as our guide and our bastion of last resorts, where we would go and leap to our demise if someone, somewhere, did not show us food. We passed a place that sold wall beds and what could be a club and a lot of places that *didn't* sell food, and then we started going east, (We also passed Subways. Two of them. Seattle was now outright Mocking Us. Damn you, again, Seattle.) and then there was a mall and Mimi laughed at us. (She called to report in and just laughed and told us to follow the monorail which we so did.) Then, finally, God help us, there was food at a place that mentioned Elephant. But did not serve elephant.
After eating--adn we decided to take a *long time eating*--we left and decided to avoid the entire deeply monetary taxi rape and go for a bus.
Yeah, I bet you can guess how this went.
Actully, we guessed, (there was this big long list of buses and numbers and we didn't exactly....know where our hotel was so we were like, screw this, if we can get to the airport, we can WALK.) and we were *right*. Then this semi-hot boxer in the bus, who has been to Houston and has two kids--we are friendly like this when trawling for information--told us to get off on the stop right after the airport. We nodded adn he got off at the airport and we waited adn then got off in a place taht looked *really familiar*. Actually, it wasn't familiar at all, and we just kept staring at the horizon as we walked. Then, like a miracle, our hotel was *right there*.
So we lived. Later, apparently terrified we would try to go die outside again, our hotel offered to drive us to a restaurant to get chocolate cake and pick us up. (Seattle made amends to us with that cake. That cake could feed half the people reading this. It was good cake.) We totally walked back to prove our courage and everything. (And because I felt kind of dumb calling the shuttle to come get us two blocks away.
So we're alive. (And if you made it through this entry, you so get a reward. Go to sisabet's vid Father Figure--somewhere in her recent entries--SV, Clexy goodness that totally CONNECTED WITH US ON DEEP EMOTIONAL LEVELS. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED BY BOTH OF US GO GO GO. AND GO.)