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I am writing this from my train seat, heading back to Union Station from Seattle. As the train shakes and shuffles, I am thinking of yesteryear; still a little drunk from nostalgia. This weekend was a step back in time: lodging, clothes, everything. A true vintage weekend.
It all started when I found a charming Airbnb in Seattle's Historic District. The past few months have had many catastrophes, stressors, and mini-emergencies — so I wanted to take Megan on a little weekend getaway to relax. Perusing potential accommodations for the better half of a workday afternoon, I found Darcy’s rustic and super vintage looking apartment in the heart of historic Seattle. Exposed brick, narrow bathroom, no elevator to the third-floor entrance; besides the tv and a few other touches of technology, the apartment looked like it had never met the twenty-first century. I knew Megan would love it. He is absolutely right, I could not believe the beauty maintained in Darcy’s Airbnb. This would only be my second Airbnb experience, but I must say that both stays have been even better than anticipated! Thank you, Darcy!
Now that I had the place, choosing the method of transportation was easy: the train of course! Until recently, Megan lived right near Union Station and we ran by it every time that I was in town. Plus, at least once a week for the past five months she has mentioned that we should take the train up to Seattle. This sounds like an exaggeration, but it’s probably true. I knew this was the perfect opportunity. Actually, come to think of it, the train is probably why I started looking for place to stay in the first place.
Halloween morning was wet and cold. Boarding the train seemed more nostalgic in that dreary setting. Perhaps it’s because cold weather and rain compel people to wear coats and all-around nicer clothes… after all it’s hard to embrace a time-warp when the person next to you is wearing the latest ensemble issued by Urban Outfitters (we still love you UO). There truly is nothing like boarding a train dressed in a peacoat, trench, and vintage boots!
And we were certainly embracing a more formal time as we boarded our car. Dressing as Bonnie and Clyde for Halloween, I’ll let you be the judge of how well our costumes fit the era. I thought Megan looked glamorous, but that’s nothing new.
Apartment. Transport. Clothes… all that’s missing is an event.
We opted for The Dinner Detective Murder Mystery Show. Here’s why:
- It’s a murder mystery dinner, do you need more reasons?
- Neither of us really like loud bars.
- It gave us an occasion to embrace our Halloween characters.
- Repeat of reasons 1 and 3.
The show was incredible! Three hours flew by as we compiled notes and suspects from the clues, giving misinformation to our table guests and trying to remain aloof as possible. Our only complaint by the end of the night was that nobody accused us of committing the murder. I mean, Megan looked extremely suspicious and who trusts a man in a pinstriped suit? One of the tables did admit I seemed “suspicious.” Alas, I was working through a backstory and sketchy Clyde Barrow-style answers in my head all night and never got to pull the trigger. Can you feel my disappointment?! And I was brushing up on a little Texan-twang, y’all!. I thought I was getting the hang of it. Nevertheless, we highly recommend the show to anyone visiting Seattle; the food was delicious and we laughed all night.
Now it is back to reality. A new reality for me. This is my first time returning to Portland as my home. We have big things planned in the upcoming months and looked forward to sharing it all with you. Until then, enjoy the pictures!