Whirl wind trip to Seattle

Thanks for being patient with my being out of town and not posting.
Well, this may sound all smoke and dagger like but the "Mission to Seattle" was a success and the task at hand was easy to take care of (look for details soon) and I was able to immediately switch into "Party Suz" mode Thursday afternoon around 3.

Sarahbeth and Christine

I met up with Rusty for a cocktail and then we were quickly joined by Sarahbeth. Now the place we all met, Pesos on Queen Anne is famous in our group for causing memory loss and occasional bouts of falling down (and sometimes pants wetting) but because this was a school night for everyone but me, everyone (but me) behaved (ie: drank) responsibly. The Plan was to collect some other friends and go to one of 150 local restaurants participating in an AIDS benefit where 30% of proceeds are given to AIDS charities. When we left Blottos---er, I mean Pesos, we stopped by Rusty's casa to pick up his roomie, Christine---and off we went to collect Rusty's other friend Rusty. While we were walking down the street "Other Rusty" was looking our at us, chatting away and walked BAM! right into a street sign. With a look of amazement he said "I never do things like that" and I told him "Our Rusty" does all the time (!!!!!) saying That's Our Rusty and perhaps it was rubbing off.

Two Rustys and an Ian

We decided on a restaurant (Julia's on Broadway, I think, because I found a charge card receipt in my purse today) and were able to get the only available---table which just so happened to accommodate 6 adults and settled in for our evening; the Rustys's (possessive, plural) friend Ian was going to be joining us. Christine was telling us about an exercise ball she sits on and Rusty decided to imitate what she looked like sitting on it. He leaned back in his chair and as I sat next to him the thought occurred to me that he might fall back, but my mind dismissed the thought. Well, my mind should have kept in mind that this was Our Rusty leaning back in a chair in a packed restaurant, and then perhaps I might have actually gone ahead with my original thought and steadied his chair so he wouldn't fall backwards. Which he proceeded to go ahead and do. Whap! onto his back he feel, and into the back of the man's chair behind him. The restaurant went quiet and then broke into applause. Rusty got up, gave the crowd a bow and I said loudly That's Our Rusty!. A woman from the far end of the restaurant came up and presented him with his score, an impressive 9.8 for a full back flip with legs in the air. Any mother would have been proud.
Once Ian arrived in time to see us scarf up the last of our dinners (mine was chicken fried chicken with mashed potatoes) it was time for the floor show, which was the obligatory drag/lip synch show. After that performance Sarahbeth decided we needed to bow out of the "going to the Cuff for another drag show" event as we were tired and needed to get to bed. She had to work the next day and I had to drive back to Portland so I could meet Michelle to go to the beach with her dog Molly and her boyfriend Rufus. Which translates into going Back to Pesos for more cocktails---hello, this is Sarahbeth and I we're talking about. Photos from the beach tomorrow, but for now just remember these closing words, That's Our Rusty!