St. Paddy's Day

I've never been a huge St. Patrick's Day person, not that I have anything against the day, but it's not really important to me.

That said, I'm not one to turn down a good time with friends. Saturday morning, my roommate, CC, and I got up early for manis/pedis. I actually got shellac for the first time and am loving it so far. I love having color on my hands, but hate the chipping, and so far it's still in perfect condition.

Next, I took my roommate and her parents to the airport (along with a pitstop for lunch and to watch the Gonzaga game). They were off to Arizona for spring break.

I made it home a little after 3 and collapsed on the couch. The nails happened incredibly early, especially for me on a Saturday (I have not and will not ever claim to be a morning person).

I had been talking with a few people about meeting up and Stevie finally convinced me to get off the couch and make my way downtown. I'm so glad I did, too.

I met her and her posse at the Whiskey Bar. After a couple beers, they were ready to head to the Seattle Sounders game. It was opening night and their friend John and I decided to tag along. We were able to get tickets in the upper deck, sneak into Stevie's section, and pick up awesome swag along the way.

A Sounders game has definitely been on my list of things to do in Seattle. The atmosphere at games is crazy. The average attendance in Seattle is about 20,000 people higher than the rest of the league. We are serious and passionate about our soccer here in the northwest. It goes well with rain.

And even though there had been rain (and actually snow) earlier on Saturday, the weather was clear and dry by game time.

And we won!  Over Toronto FC, who think was a favorite in the game (I don't know that for sure).

We finished up the evening with a greasy meal at Beth's Cafe, a little hole in the wall diner down the street from my apartment. The place serves 6 and 12-egg omelet, so big they are served on pizza trays. I went for a more reasonably portioned veggie scramble, but it was still greasy enough to satisfy the craving.

After a late dinner, I made it home and was in bed well before midnight. One of the benefits of St. Paddy's being on a Saturday, I guess.

Overall, it was a fabulous day in Seattle.