Got a ride to the airport way early, and again breezed through Security in less than five minutes. With more than two hours till boarding time. Jeez. Airports are, as everyone knows, a place where time crawls and your powers of concentration are sapped by the drone of Muzak and fragmented by each booming, repetitive announcement over the PA.
But I scored an actual table and chair outside a Starbucks directly across from my gate, and SEA-TAC furnishes free w-fi that actually works. So this is actually sort of homey in an early 21st century way.
The trip was a success as far as my bosses were concerned; the event at the museum was well-attended and - atypically for a gathering of this kind - most of the attendees appeared to be in good spirits and curious to hear what we had to offer. So my colleagues and I rose to the occasion and did our song and dance with gusto (again, not the first time I've been struck by the performance aspect of sales).
Later, John and Steph picked me up and we went to a Chinese restaurant by the water (don't ask me which water - but there were many small boats bobbing on the silver-black surface beneath our window).
We drove back to near where I was staying and we stumbled upon a cool pub (http://www.mcmenamins.com/308-mcmenamins-queen-anne-home) with great beer. Started with a sampler tray; John and I moved on to pints of Terminator Stout. Then they walked me back down the hill through a light rain to my hotel where soon I was deep asleep.
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