Eating in Spinning Style
Ok, so let me just say for the record that I do know how a calendar works, and tonight was two and a half months from when I was at the Space Needle last, not just one and a half. That said, having never eaten in a spinning restaurant before (the observation deck doesn’t move, and my parents and I never went to the restaurant in Reunion Tower), it was an odd (but cool) experience. Of course, the first revolution you’re just entranced by the changing scenery, so lots of pictures get taken. Subsequent revolutions aren’t nearly as entertaining.
My dad foiled the plans of the traffic gods by offering to drive down there tonight, but the gods were definitely going to make me pay in the event that I did. I thought it was funny to leave my apartment at 5:45 for a 6:30 reservation, and although the highways were fine, the traffic gods had their smite stick in action all throughout downtown (where a good 20-30 minutes was spent just getting to the Space Needle from the highway). I’m guessing that this means my wish isn’t going to be granted, so I should probably be very, very careful the next time I need to venture into downtown in a car.