Sleepless in Seattle |
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| By: Anonymous | |||||
| Having lived in the country many
years we learned to make do with what we had. A daughter had been chosen to represent her highschool and attend the Hugh O'Brian educational seminar in Bothell, WA . She packed her clothes in the old brown hard sided piece of "Samsonite" luggage my husband had received for a graduation gift some 20 + years before. You know, the kind you could drop from an airline or run over with a semi truck, kind of hard sided and it would not break. It was the only piece of luggage we owned and fitting to let her borrow it for her trip. We discussed the trip and realized we had the opportunity to take a many years over due "weekend get away". We left the other children home with an older daughter and drove our daughter to Bothell to the seminar place she was to spend the night , checked her in and then drove on to Seattle's waterfront where we spotted a nice classic motel over looking the water called "The Edgewater Inn". We decided this was the perfect place to spend the night and checked into the motel asking for a room with a nice view. After checking in a Bellboy approached and asked my husband if he could carry our luggage up to our room and he answered "sure". I stuttered and stammered and stated, " that I wasn't ready for that as I had some sorting to do". So my hubby retracted the request and looked at me funny. We walked outside to the car and I stated, "OUR CLOTHES ARE PACKED IN A CARDBORAD BOX". Oh how embarrassing! So we walked down to check out the waterfront stores and watch the ferries come and go , killing some time before before heading back to the classic motel and prayed that we would not see the bellboy upon our return. My husband proudly carried our cardboard box luggage up to our room where we enjoyed the beautiful view overlooking the water. Where we could toss bread out the window and feed the seagulls in mid flight and watch the big ocean liners pass. All was well with our room. Wow, a King size bed. what luxury, We were country folks, living like a King and Queen until around ten o'clock in the evening when we were awaken to the shuffle of footsteps and a band playing music. Our room was just below the dance floor and the noise went on for hours and hours as our room shook and swayed to the music. The next day we picked up our daughter and traveled back home to the country and our real world, leaving the classic city life in Seattle. Maybe that is why there is the saying "Sleepless in Seattle." It definately was sleepless for us. |
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