Our friend Ingrid met us at the boat yesterday at the end of the day, and we all headed over to her part of the city to have dinner at a spot called Marrow. The cocktails and the food were fabulous (dijon beignets with gruyere sauce and crispy prosciutto, squash confit, house-made pasta with clams and pork belly….), but the company and conversation was the BEST. Such a fun evening!
Here are the photos I take when I first turn my camera on:
I like these Chihuly rock candy pops (that’s what I call ’em…they probably have a different name) on the bridge to the glass museum:
Yarn-bombed bike racks outside of Marrow:
We caught a ride back to the marina via Uber and OMG we had the most hilarious driver. Uncle Kenny! Here are just a few tidbits of the in-car conversation:
Kenny (while discussing the economics of Uber income): “My brother is a high IQ kinda guy. He can multiply and shit.”
Us (trying to help him navigate to the marina): “It’s right by the glass museum.”
Him: “I don’t go to no museums! I’m from the ghetto!”
He was actually quite charming, and has his own business cards (which, as he tells us, other Uber drivers think is “brilliant” and he says “That’s just what you call business intelligence!”)
We may go to the glass museum before we leave this morning (since it’s RIGHT there) and then head out to catch the Narrows at slack tide as we head south.