Ken was going to be leaving to go to Colorado for business on Sunday morning, so we decided to spend Saturday in Seattle, and stay in a hotel that night, so he wouldn't have to get up as early Sunday morning to get to the airport. Since Ken's birthday is in a week, I decided to get tickets to "The Black Nativity" as part of his birthday present. We had heard good things about it and we had tried at least once before to go to it, but it had been sold out. It was definitely not your usual nativity performance, but it was fun to see it done from a black point of view. It was done with narrators, singers, and dancers, all of which were high quality performers. The second half of the performance was just singing, kind of like songs sung during a church service. It was all very well done and I would highly recommend it to any one that enjoys black gospel music.
Before the performance, which took place at 2pm, we walked around Seattle center, (even though it was pretty cold). This guy was doing an ice carving, that we watched him start, then went inside to eat and warm up. He was finishing the carving up when we came back out and this is what it looked like. After the performance, we went downtown and walked around there. We made our usual trip to see the gingerbread house display, saw the carousel at Westlake, and saw numerous performers trying to play, sing or do whatever they could to get money from the shoppers walking by. The craziest one of those was outside Pacific Place and he was playing the guitar while keeping a hula hoop up. Since I can't keep a hula hoop up without playing the guitar at the same time, I was impressed.
I don't know what it is about things going wrong when Ken leaves. I had put a card out to have breakfast in the hotel room Sunday morning, since Ken would be gone by the time I got up. It didn't get picked up, so Ken delivered it to the desk when he went down to catch the shuttle to the airport. I had asked for it to be delivered at 8am, but at 7:45, just as I was getting ready to take a shower, the phone in the room rang and they said that my breakfast was ready and could they go ahead and deliver it. Since I really didn't want my breakfast to sit around getting cold for 15 minutes, I told them to go ahead and bring it up. They did, but it was missing the orange juice, so they had to go back and get it. When I was ready to go, I went out to Ken's car and tried to open the trunk, which took about 20 presses on the button to get it to open. I was getting really frustrated by then, (it happened again when I got home and Ken told me later that you had to press the button down and hold it to open the trunk). After I finally got stuff in the trunk, I headed out and the card to get the barrier arm to raise so I could leave the parking lot, wouldn't work. No one was behind me, so I was able to back up and tell the person at the desk that it wouldn't work. She re keyed it and said that there was an intercom box at the gate if I still had trouble to just press it. Sure enough, it still wouldn't work, but at least I was able to use the intercom to get out this time. Everything went OK the rest of the day, until bed time, when I discovered that I left my pajamas hanging on the back of the bathroom door at the hotel. Luckily, it was a pair that I was on the point of getting rid of anyway, so it wasn't a big loss, but what's with the crazy way things go when Ken leaves?
Today, I was in Bellingham, as usual, and Annika had 2 pony party hats, which she insisted that we wear, so I insisted that Kari take a picture of us. It was a fun day playing with Saben & Annika.