Spring is here. You can tell by the date, the flowers on the trees, the warm palette of color that has replaced the Seattle winter grays and browns with green and yellow and white and pink. And the sun! The sun is out, and bright and sometimes it’s even warm outside!
So why, I wonder, have I been stuck in my apartment for the last four days, running through tissues like they’re about to go out of style, coughing hard enough to act as the bass for my own stereo, snorting and sneezing like a train that’s had its belly filled with napalm?
This unforeseen, unexpected, and unprovoked germ circus caused its first tragedy on Thursday, when it caused me to miss the first Major League Soccer game of the
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season. GO SOUNDERS! That’s what I was thinking in my plague-induced sleep. First game of the season, here on Qwest field, versus Philadelphia Union. Were we awesome? Oh, absolutely! Of course! Exactly what you’d expect from Seattle. Sigh. So I hear, at any rate. Hey, we won! That’s what really matters. We won hard, we totally shut those turkeys out, we beat them but good! And the game got featured on ESPN, don’t tell me that soccer in America is just a fad.
Yeah, I missed it. But their next game is against the New York Red Bulls on April 3rd and you can bet I’ll be all over it. And for the rest of their schedule, please do see here. As you peruse the schedule, please note with pride that, out of all of the teams in the League, our name is the coolest and makes the most sense without any silly commercial pandering or unnecessary repetition. C’mon. It’s true.
At any rate, back to the bacteria festival. I managed to venture out of my apartment once, on Saturday, and even then my dear friend Sarah and I agreed that it was a mistake. She had to send me home. But not, at least, before I was able to try the ginger-spiced apple cider at Vivace on Capitol Hill. It was delicious and a balm to my throat. I recommend it for any time you’re in the mood for something extremely tasty; or even if your throat just happens to feel like someone’s been sharpening serrated German knives on your esophagus. The cafe itself had a great atmosphere, and I am 85% positive that if my olfactory system had been in working order, I’d've been able to smell the delicious pastries they’d set out on display, or the rich, dark coffee that they served. Oh, and the service! Despite the long-ish line, the baristas behind the counter kept it moving, and I even got more of the delicious ginger-apple drink than I’d ordered – they made a little extra and gladly poured it into a second cup for me. The space itself was open, not too crowded, and a lovely place to sit and sip out a lazy Saturday. Or a whatever Saturday. Or a nauseous and wretched Saturday – you know, whichever one comes your way.
In short, being sick sucks. Twice. But I can at least take heart in the fact that the Sounders and Vivace will still be around when I’m no longer feeling like Typhoid Mary – and you, of course, can enjoy them whenever you’d like.