If Its Thursday it Must be Sleepless in Seattle

Thursday was a free day so Dave and I had some time to act like tourists and head into Seattle. Taking the ferry across the Puget Sound is a scenic, albeit bloody cold, way to arrive in the city, and we duly gawped at the amazing fish in the Pike Place Market, gurned at the original Starbucks, and then gazed out of the windows at the top of the Space Needle. By the time we got back to our hotel it was about 9 o'clock and we got the first inkling that Gig Harbor is not a major party town. All the restaurants in the vicinity of our hotel closed at 9PM. We even got kicked out of KFC 'cos it was closing time for crissakes. Despite the beneficial effects of the J-L-P I still managed very little sleep, waking up at about 3AM and being unable to sleep again.