In the evening, we had our Through the Looking Glass discussion at Captain Amy’s.

Mr. T & I capped the evening off with the Mad Men finale with Misty, Chris & Jason. The season went so fast, but ended so very well. Mr. Sepinwall dissects the finale here: “Shut the Door. Have a Seat.”

Between the lazing about and talking, it took us 5 hours to finish the first movie. I snapped this view of the Needle during intermission.

Today was low-key but it couldn’t have been more perfect — spending time with some of the best people I know. I felt extraordinarily grateful to be there and felt more at home with Seattle today than I have in years. True story.

This is a good life to be living.

One of our favorite neighborhood places is the Latona Pub. Mr. T suggested we stop on our way home. The restrooms have chalkboards inside (graffiti deterrent?) — he joked he discovered my guerrilla marketing campaign. As if!

It made me laugh, so I asked him to go back and take a picture with his iPhone.

I’m glad they spelled it right.

Once upon a time, I lived with her and her younger brother. As demonstrated here by his “blinders”, he’s not so big on my paparazzi ways. (Check out Mr. T’s hat in the lower right! He just got it Saturday & wears it EVERYWHERE.)

P.S. I had the shrimp, the first thing on the Appetizer menu. GET IT if you go to Santa Fe.

At one point, I tried the pulled pork with jalapeno coleslaw on a white trash biscuit from Lunchbox Lab. OMG, people. This was my favorite. I must have that again.

I wanted to take more pictures of the neon in the hood afterward. But after my first light-test shot, spotted a young lady lighting up her “pipe.” I skedaddled my way out of there. Poor Belltown. It’s hit the skids.

Instead, this afternoon we went to a nearby costume shop where I picked out a 1930s gown to go with his 1930s gangster gear. The shop hooked us up with all kinds of accessories. Most notable: the two vintage silver fox…so that was different. I got used to it, quickly.

Before the party, we went out to dinner with Geraldine & Rand at Anchovies and Olives. It was marvelous. Oysters, bigoli, prosciutto & figs, clams, foccacia, soft-boiled eggs (try them!), strozzapretti, and a hamachi crudo. Oh, it was marvelous.

Wicked awesome: Bleu cheese bacon stuffed dates with marcona almonds and warm tomato vinaigrette. I’ll be thinking about this one for a while.
Very Good: Bucheron chevre with figs, walnut bread croutons, and truffle honey. I am avoiding bread temporarily, but made an exception. Worth it.
Okay: Fingerling potatoes cooked in duck fat. Met expectations.
Not so good: I think Mr. T’s first cocktail made him a little sad. I think it was a Seelbach? We suspected the cava made it too sweet. His Sazerac perked him right back up, though.
Hrm: our tomato cappuccino with grilled cheese sandwich was forgotten. We were hoping to compare contrast with our beloved Latona Pub’s Grilled Cheese + Tomato Bisque. Ultimately, such oversight was okay. We were ready to head home and end this long week. And it started to get really busy by the time we left — it seemed like our waitress covered half the place on her own.

We’ll be back. This place has a great happy hour.

The final score was a draw — the high point the goal, the low point moments after, when the ref rescinded based on a foul call halfway down the field. Fiddlesticks.

Never a total loss as the people-watching was good and we came across this dude on our way back to the car:

As it happened, our man Rocky looks like he was sitting directly behind sprizee & her mayn. Evidence. I’d recognize that white hat anywhere!