On Saturday, my friend and I went to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. The drive itself was enjoyable, cutting through scenic rivers, fields, and forest. When we got to Mount Vernon, there was a lot of traffic and we didn’t know where to go, but we made it eventually.
The tulips were beautiful, rows upon rows in bloom, framed on all sides by mountains.
There was also a variety of flowers that were not tulips, such as daffodils. But I came here for the tulips. To me there were just tulips and not tulips, or as I dubbed the not tulips, “nulips”.
Across the fields in bloom was a display garden that had many species of flowers.
All the colors had saturated my vision and I was all tulip-ed out.
On the way home, we stopped by Snow Goose Produce for some ice cream. It was pretty chilly outside and there was a long line. I got an “immodest” portion of huckleberry ice cream.
We went to Taj Palace for dinner. We waited a long time, scarfing down naan to tide us over. The waiter said, “Sorry for making you wait so long. There is a large engagement party in the other room. Your food is ready.” Then he set down two empty plates. “Is this a joke? Where’s the food?” I wondered. Ten minutes later, my order of butter chicken arrived. I thought that incident was funny, one of those endearingly awkward moments. My friend mentioned some other funny interaction, when we were at a dive bar called the Goose Pub and Eatery. Some random man walked over to us and said, “Hey ladies, what are you two doing in this corner over here? Are you watching the baseball game?” I responded, “No.” Then he just walked out the bar without saying a word.