Apparently there is a thing called a babymoon and apparently I just went on one. Jill added this new concept to my lexicon a few months ago. We were feeling ambitious at the time and envisioned a trip to Vancouver to explore the Canadian Wild West. As reality set in on how close our spring break was to the actually "guess-date," we weren't sure if we wanted to risk having to suffer through socialist Canadian healthcare or, really, we just wanted to be closer to our house: whatever. Nonetheless, a babymoon is the trip that one takes prior to altering your life forever with little incubating spawn. Jill, of course, is already much changed. Me on the other hand, I am more or less unchanged give or take 10 pounds because I am a sympathetic guy. So, I took the opportunity of this fine babymoon to hit up some bars and restaurants in Seattle, Olympia (briefly) and Portland and Jill politely obliged. We also saw some sites which were great and some old friends who are awesome. On the final night, we went to our favorite West Coast "cajun" restaurant,
Acadia in Portland and saw
Quasi and
Explode into Colors...a very NW Babymoon indeed!
(Jill on UW campus)
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