December 21st, 2008

the only earth?

snow night on capitol hill

I caved into cabin fever and the fairytale conditions, dug out my neglected snowpants and hiking boots, and ventured out into the night to check out the action Denny. People sledding on all sorts of contraptions. After a drink at the Redwood I was convinced to join the action for a few trips down the hill on Brian's fancy saucers without injuring myself, others, or my camera.

the only earth?


The gang trekked from near and far to make it to Linda's for brunch this morning, where there were special guests and treats (thx maggie!), my favorite specials (tacocat! mextaca toddy), and a table in front of the heater. All the animal heads were still wearing their holiday bows and the greenery was still dehydrated, yet festive in its own Western-inspired divey way.

After a couple hours, we meandered a few blocks to Linda's latest endeavor, Oddfellows Cafe. Too stuffed to sample any of the food, we instead indulged in the drinks. The space, like most of her other places, is amazing. She's a savant for evoking a sense of time, place, authenticity, comfort, and an overwhelming desire to spend as much time as possible inside. Some, like Linda's, Smith, and King's could be perfect lifetime neighborhood pubs; others, like Oddfellows and Viceroy Rob Roy, rise to the level of dream homes.

With snow still coming down in glittery sprinkles, we called it an early night. Some of us had long walks ahead, and getting home before nightfall, when the snow zombies rise from their tombs, was essentials. Others, had laundry, packing, and pre-travel anxieties to attend to.