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In less than two months I'm turning 50. The big five-oh. Half a century. And just a few weeks after that, so is GG.

We've tossed around a lot of ideas for how best to celebrate this rather momentous event. We knew we wanted to get away for a few days. We knew we didn't really want to do the whole party thing. Black balloons, bad cards and terrible jokes about impending death are fun, but we wanted to keep it a little personal this time.

First we thought we'd go South, maybe back to Cancun for a few days of R&R, Paamul style.

Then we thought we'd head up to Pagosa Springs to enjoy a weekend soaking in hot, steamy pools in the mountain air.

But over the weeks we both knew we hadn't yet hit on exactly what we wanted to do. But then we both came to the same conclusion at exactly the same moment - Seattle!

Why Seattle?

I want to share this event, as it turns out, and my dear friend JL just happens to live there. :-) 

When this song came out, the yearning began for me, to be honest...Mark Knopfler's 'Seattle'....

We love Grey's Anatomy, which, as we all know, is set in Seattle.

GG has never been there, and it's gorgeous. And there is so much to see and do, and the food is wonderful and even doing nothing is wonderful there.

A text to JL late in the weekend, sharing our thoughts.

Her wonderful, supportive response.

We booked it.

We're going.

Here we come Seattle, to welcome in our next half century.

Woot!

-Stevie


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