Posted by Brendan on Friday, October 29 @ 23:00:00 PDT
Pay no mind to the crabby nonsense behind me, we were still docked at the time. |
I've seen Salmon hiking up their fishy ladders, swimming at the aquarium, and chilling at the supermarket. Still I hadn't met any in person, so when I got to take a dinner cruise, I jumped right in with both feet, a table for five, and no reservations.
I've reported on boating before, but nothing quite like this. On agua-commutous size alone this was a new experience for me. I expected rocking, sea sickness and spectacular views, and I got all of it and so much more.
The rocking wasn't quite like I expected. The 180-foot dinner cruiser is only four years old, so the waves had an impact so slight it was easy to forget we were faring atop the wavy surf. Boat that big it's easy to see how they prepare all the dinners aboard fresh for each diner. But we still found a way to get our rocks on, as it were.
They had a soft-rocking band aboard, crooning this way and that. Not stupidly loud like the school dance we went to, these rockers wanted only to bring happiness, not pain. The leading lady even flirted with me when I approached the stage. Oh honey, I'm much too young for you! Between the jazz and the soft rock, it wasn't so much the motion of the ocean as the size of their waves that made it great.
Then there enters the city lights and sights. Between the twinkle of the one of a kind Space Needle and the shine of the moon bouncing off waves, I just can't tell you where to put your attention. My only advice is to look in all directions simultaneously and keep your senses about you.
LEFT - Here you can see Mr. Dominic giving a yank to the Miss Mama hair. Hey, we all enjoyed the ride in our own ways.
Next came my introduction to Mr. Salmon. I'm not sure if these creatures are social or outright communist, but pink never looked so good in a buttery, golden glaise.
I said to my platter, "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of health and taste. I've been around for a long, long while. Stole many a sole's lemon baste. Pleased to meat you, hope you guessed my name," and asked "but what's perplexing you is the nature of my game."
Needless to say, he gave me little more attention than a rolling stone. His insolence was duly rewarded; I ate him and his loss was my own most tasty gain. The parmesan mashed potatoes were a heavenly side, and I'm told the snow peas really snapped, but I just licked the butter off and spat it back out. Freedom for the veggies, that's my stand.
Lastly came the sickness of the sea. It wasn't a rocky nauseous sort of sickness, but after our 3-hour tour ended I felt a yearning for the sea, like home sickness, but to get back out on the water.
Ah, alas, woe is me, those were the good old hours.
Argosy Cruises has food and sight seeing cruises departing almost constantly from Pier 55 on the Seattle waterfront. As soon as you get a chance, come see what all my fuss is about.
ABOVE - It was kind of dark and thusly kind of blurry, but in the background there you can see the city lights all twinkling as they do. Even got a blurry Space Needle in there. I can kinda see it, can you?
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