We finally broke away from this crowd and wandered through the rest of the market. From fabulous jewelry to vibrant flowers (some of which we bought Amy for her birthday) to chocolate pasta samples, this market had it all. After leaving the market, we paused to watch cheese being made in gigantic bathtub-like bowls, to gaze inside the first Starbucks to ever exist, and to film a very disgruntled cat-whisperer who was trying to raise money to save cats. He had on cat ears, a cat shirt, and a cat tail. He was not very pleased that we were filming him, and said something like, “Yeah ok, go ahead and take pictures and don’t save the cats.” Yes, it was rude of us, but it was important that we get some good blog footage. Around this point, Casey was semi-harassed by a man a little older than us (who also happened to be wearing a retainer) who wanted money for some cause. Casey apologized, saying that she had just graduated from college and had no money, and he tried to convince her that she must find a way to pay because karma would be sure to find her.
We took the Monorail to the Space Needle. It was over our budget to ride up on it, so instead we just took pictures in front. Getting the whole needle in the picture required a very skilled photographer to place the camera at a particular angle in front of the person being photographed. We all took turns standing up on a stone ball in front of the space needle. All of us did fine at this task, except for Rachael. She almost ate it climbing up on that thing. Luckily, some random man who was standing nearby noticed the slip and leapt to help hoist her up. Instead of helping her jump down, he basically bear-hugged her to lift her off the ball. This tickled us all immensely, and because there are good Samaritans in this world, Rachael did not die in pursuit of artistic photography. I must add that Rachael crawled down on all fours in her dress to photograph the rest of us to get the perfect angle, so she must have been feeling a little bit woozy by this time. We also had a good ole time dancin to music of a local Indian tribal band stationed outside the needle. They thought we were a hoot.
We ate at Blaine’s favorite pizza place for lunch – Zeeks – which was delicious, and then we left our wonderful tour guide to spend many hours at the Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum. This place was fantastic. We saw a sculpture of over 200 instruments (guitars, stringed and brass instruments...) stuck together in a tornado-like formation.
If you put on headphones, you could hear the synchronized sounds that 40 of these instruments were programmed to make. There was also an entire room where we could use all KINDS of equipment for making our own music. Our favorite machine was one in which we spoke into a microphone and listened to headphones that changed our voices into a scary man’s voice! Or better yet, a baby! If only we could have gotten our cell phones to pick up the sounds inside the headphones (don’t worry, we tried for quite a while) it would have been a perfect addition to Casey’s prank calling routine. Best of all, we found a section of the museum that allowed us to make our own band and perform one of seven songs in a special sound proof, totally legitimate, song-recording room. We went crazy. Our band, Wanderlust, is moving up on the charts so fast it’ll make your head spin. Unfortunately we couldn't get our video to upload here (we've been trying for like the past week!), but maybe we'll figure out another way.
We were starving by the time we left the museum, and we would have gotten back to Tacoma faster had we not gotten lost for so long looking for our car. ALAS we found it, and went to eat at Spar’s, a cute restaurant on the edge of the bay, with Phil and Amy for Amy’s birthday.
We especially enjoyed Spar’s special Spar sauce, spar chips, and bathroom that Rachael claimed smelled like sunshine dust. No one else thought so though, and we decided the bathroom was a lot like Greenville.
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