Here's a photo to stave off my guilt until I post again. This is me on my first entrance in The Tempest (on the lake) , which closed last weekend. So fun, I can't even tell you. I haven't had withdrawal from a show in awhile.
This was national news yesterday, but it was very local for me and my community: 6 people died in Seattle yesterday from gun violence. The cafe where the shooter shot 5 people (two dead on the scene) is 10 blocks from where I work. Another person was shot in the head downtown and died on the scene when she apparently tried to prevent the shooter from jacking her car -- about 10 blocks from where Mark works. The shooter was found and surrounded by the SWAT Team a mile or two away from where he dumped the car in West Seattle (which is my 'hood). He shot himself in the head. The shooter and two of the victims died later in the day at Harborview Medical Center where I used to work. The two men who were dead on the scene at the cafe were known and loved by people who I know and love. This really could happen to anyone -- not philosophically, but literally. For totally actually real. As a friend of mine said yesterday: "It's all 'us.' There is no 'them.'&
Skillet Diner on Capitol Hill (FRI 4/6): I've been dying to try this place. As much as I always wanted to, I never got to their food truck mostly because they didn't park their truck in front of my house. But the concept is up my alley: down home with a gourmet touch; anything that mixes my blue-collar heart with my fancy-pants palate is not gonna have to try too hard to get to second base with me. We got there early-ish, because we figured it would be a scene (it is). The food is near perfection; it strikes a great note -- not too fussy like a lot of "simple concept" places can be. But there was something I couldn't quite put my finger on about the service; more than that -- the overall ambiance. It wasn't bad, exactly; it was just not fully satisfying. Our server was cute and (mostly) pleasant when interacting with us, but nobody seemed to enjoy working there with each other. Nothing overt, but shrugs, sighs, whispering - being an open concept floor