also if anyone has any idea what to do with a 19-hour layover in Seattle I'm all ears
Genderdeer. The meat was paid for, but the bones were stolen.
also if anyone has any idea what to do with a 19-hour layover in Seattle I'm all ears
whoof. best of luck.
I hope you have a nice homecoming afterwards, at least. for me it's always like the day after you stop having a cold, when you feel that sudden rush of appreciation for being able to breathe through your nose. only instead of "breathe through your nose" it's "do about eight different things in a row they would disapprove of, but ha ha they can't stop me now"
I've had many years to think about it and given the baseline level of "we're all medical professionals, and related to you, and that makes us entitled to your private health information", I've concluded that just not saying anything will completely drive them all spare. they're too Midwestern to directly ask "so hey, what's your gender situation", and if this is the only fun I get to have then I'm having it.
The Seattle waterfront is genuinely nice and you can get there by light rail directly from the airport! If you get off at the Westlake station you can walk down through Pike Place Market--which is kinda touristy but it's also a legit market and has a lot of cool shops to wander through--and then down to the waterfront and head south. You get a great view over the Sound, and you go by the aquarium, the sort of mini amusement park on Pier 57, and then down to Olde Curiosity Shoppe which is the coolest shit ever, they've got a Feejee Mermaid and mummies and a generally amazing collection of real and fake oddities.
And if you've really got time on your hands the next thing you come to on that walk is the ferry terminal, where you can ride out to Bainbridge Island and back--there's honestly not that much to do on Bainbridge without a car, but the ride itself is fun, you get great views and sometimes there's dolphins or seals.
I used to work in Pike Place Market and I did this walk a thousand times, never got sick of it.