Somehow, beyond all of my dire predictions, we managed to get our stuff moved from one house to the next this weekend. Well, most of it at least- there arevstill a few odds and ends that we need to clear out tomorrow before we dust the old place off and have the inspection of Friday. We should have done that tonight, but Mike worked late and I had freaking amazing tapas at Olivar’s with our Dinner Club. I still have hints of Manchego cheese, saffron and grilled peaches with licorice ice cream dancing through my mouth. Yum.
It was a long weekend. After spending Friday night and the first half of Saturday finishing up last-minute packing (thank you Rita!), we spent the afternoon and evening unpacking (thank you Brooke, Shaun and Barrie for your help with that!). Then, around eight o clock, our new landlord knocked on our door and invited us to an impromptu dinner party she was hosting in the backyard. We were covered in sweat and dust and tried to decline, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so we decided to pop outside for a bit and introduce ourselves. Then we saw the spread- Oysters Rockafeller, cheese plates, shrimp, halibut and Veuve, and we decided stick around for a little bit.

Several of the other guests were former tenants of our current landlord. You know how Mike and I have a knack for bringing interesting characters into our lives? I think we’ve done it again.

The weirdest thing is, our new landlord reminds me of Mike’s mom. Like, a lot- even down to her outfit that night. If you’ve ever met Catherine, Mike’s mom, chances are you’ve seen her scurrying around in a similiar caftan-esque sundress while feeding a crowd.
After dinner, we collapsed, resting up to get some serious unpacking done the next day. Which we did, for about half the day. Then we decided to meet some friends for lunch at the Ballard Seafood Festival and went to the movies to see Food Inc. If you haven’t seen this movie, or worse yet, if you haven’t heard about it, you need to get off your ass and go see it now. It will really make you reconsider where your food comes from. Obviously, it was preaching to the converted in my case, but even Mike agreed to stop hassling me about the cost of organic meat and produce. Go see it, NOW.
Since then, we’ve mostly been slaving away and trying to get the place organized. Instead of sharing the monotony of that adventure, I’ll share the rest of the pictures from our camping trip to Mt. Ranier.








Awww, doesn’t that make you feel better?
















Welcome to the adventures of Aubrey and Michael. We plan on using this blog to keep our family and friends back in California amidst on our new adventure here in Seattle Washington!