Jilli, Plei, y'all know the east side better than I do:
I'm trying to find a restaurant to host a Saturday night dinner for a group of writers at our conference in October. We're at the Coast Hotel in Bellevue, which is just off 405, I think the NE 8th St exit. We need space for 15-20, ideally in a private room or secluded alcove where we'll actually be able to hear ourselves think. I'm looking for something broadly in the sit-down chain price range, though I've struck out with the really obvious Bellevue Square places like PF Chang's and the Cheesecake Factory for either not having the private space or taking evening reservations.
Any ideas? Other pluses would be easy to drive to and a cuisine likely to please a broad range of people.
I have to say, not one wedding story I've heard has lessened my desire to elope
My friend J got married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator and... oh, that's eloping, isn't it? Shoot.
Oh, billytea. Actuarial charm and risque humor. What would we do without you?
In other, completely useless news not related to clothing, I just completed a complex set of trades in my roto baseball league involving ten players, probably dooming my team to a crispy-fried final 1/4 of the season.
And the sad thing is, this is the most interesting thing I've done today and the only thing that's involved a lot of brainpower.
Oh we can eat, we just can't eat WITH each other.
Man, screw that. Call the groomsmen and have lunch with them.
Every time I hear a Bridezilla story I thank my deity of choice (Judeo-Christian class, Only Begotten Son division, Born Again catergory) that I landed Susan, who looked dead sexy in her wedding dress and didn't spoil that mood by grabbing my shirt and screaming "THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE IVORY!!!!!" as my sister-in-law did before her wedding.
Hi, honey!
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
I'll have the groomsmen put on the flippers.
I got this!
I also have the urge to call B. and ask when exactly she went insane.
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
We'll be 100 years old at our great-grandchild's wedding telling the story. And you'll be just about shouting it owing to your bad family ears.
Yeah. As long as I actually start back on the diet next Monday to improve my chances of actually living to be 100, with a decent assist from technology.
Susan, did you try the Red Robin at the mall? They are usually ok with groups but I'm not sure if they take reservations. One of my favorites is Pogacha, which is right off main street. Have you tried Cucina, Cucina?
What about Bis On Main? Or too pricey?
Cucina Cucina is another good option.
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
We'll be 100 years old at our great-grandchild's wedding telling the story. And you'll be just about shouting it owing to your bad family ears.
Oh. I think I'm in love with Susan-and-Dylan! You guys are so CUTE!!!
