I fully intended to write this entry last night, but by the time we got here I was pretty brain dead.
Seattle rush hour traffic is awful at the best of times, but last night for whatever reason it was particularly bad. You wouldn’t think an area as generally wet as the Pacific Northwest would produce a lot of people with water-soluble driving skills,1 but there you have it. Our immediate neighbourhood was a parking lot in all directions, and as a result it took us well over an hour just to get from Lower Queen Anne to south of the airport. Once we did, though things smoothed out and we made pretty good time from that point on.
We stopped at a Burger King outside of Mount Saint Helens,2 because we didn’t know what the late night food situation would be once we got to Portland.3 It’s been years since I ate at a Burger King, and I took a moment to scan the menu before ordering, which led me to ask a question I’d never asked before.
“What on earth,” I asked the lovely counter girl, “is an *angry* Whopper?”
It turns out that the Angry Whopper has jalapeños, onion rings, and pepper-jack cheese, along with bacon and “angry sauce”. It was quite tasty, and their new crinkle-cut fries are a winner.
We got a bit turned around coming into the hotel area and ended up back on the Interstate, but our GPS helpfully navigated us back around, bringing us through an old downtownish area. A pet store with a big neon sign declared its name as “Pets On Broadway”, leading me to imagine a chorus line of puppies and kittens. We finally got to the hotel, checked in, and parked the car, and then collapsed into slumber.