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Tonight, everybody's favorite local chanteuse Jesse Sykes plays a free KEXP show at Seattle Center's Mural Ampitheater, featuring music from her new EP Gentleness of Nothing. (Tomorrow night, Rocky Votolato plays the Mural.)

Seattlest woke up this morning to an email from the Gay and Lesbian Leadership Council of the Democratic National Committee, announcing a cocktail party to raise money for Barack Obama's Victory Fund. The special guests? Grey's Anatomy's Ellen Pompeo and Justin Chambers. (Was T.R. Knight unavailable?) If you want to get some froofy drinks and partake of what will surely be yummy hors d'oeuvres, and you've got an extra $250-$10,000 you can afford to just give away, you should RSVP. With Obama being down in the polls and saying smart but easily mock-able things about tire pressure gauges, he could use a little extra cash to solidify his taking over the free world.

We don't really know what can be said about Kate Walsh, other than we're not talking about the hottie from Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice. We're talking about the other Kate Walsh. The one who makes us want to bawl our eyes out with every single damn note she sings.

Thanks to those pesky, greedy writers (we kid because we love), we've all had to sit through crappy messes of annoying dating shows, shows about wanting to be a model, and shows where big, burly people duke it out on an obstacle course. There are a few oases, though, where shows filmed enough for a spring season before the strike got underway. One such light in the dreary tunnel of Seattle winter is . Yes, ma'am, Christina, Meredith and their saucy male counterparts, the Mc's, are back this Thursday with an episode called "Lay Your Hands On Me." (To which we respond, "Okay, tell us where to put 'em.")

This is a big weekend due to the Esurance® Capitol Hill Block Party alone. Tickets are not sold out yet; if nothing else, just by 'em at the door. But what to do if you want to avoid the Hill and the confluence of all those hipsters?

First things first: Where the shit does one get something to eat in Downtown Tacoma? Seattlest spent yesterday evening wandering around the "Theater District" looking for a place to fill our bellies. We must've walked about a mile in all directions, only to find a McDonald's, a Pita Hut, a pizza-by-the-slice place, a couple sketchy pubs, lots of boarded-up storefronts, and approximately nine million coffeeshops. It was only when we got back in the car that we were able to find a half-block stretch of downtown with a few places that didn't look so bad. We settled on Meconi's for dinner and then Tacoma's version of Matador for dessert and drinks. When you don't have a row of restaurants, bars, and bistros catering to your captive audience of theater patrons, that's a problem.

Tuesday, January 9

(You can view our recap of last week's Grey's Anatomy as six days late or just in time for tonight's episode. It's completely up to you.)

Divey holes-in-the-wall continue to close or come up for sale with their owners shaking a yellowed fist at the smoking ban, but so far the public outcry against the 25' rule has been nonexistent. Philip Dawdy lets us know that at least one reporter is not going to let it die without a fight in the current Seattle Weekly.

Much like Izzy, Seattlest was curled up in a ball(gown) throughout most of the Grey's Anatomy summer break. Now, Sunday is the new thursday and it's just Grey's, OK? Saying the full name is so last season.

Crisis. Opportunity. We don't need self-help myths about Chinese characters to draw connections between the two. Last week's debacle at our regular trivia venue? A great opportunity to wander from local pub to local pub, trying out their quizzes and telling you which ones are worth your while.

Seriously folks—and by "folks" we mean the writer-producers of Grey's Anatomy who likely will never read one word of our caustic, bitter prose—seriously. You gotta give us something to work with here. A recapper's job is a lonely and not very exciting one, and is made exponentially lonelier and less exciting when the object of our recapping is, how should we say...devoid of any action. When the most captivating event to take place in an hourlong drama is a self-done haircut done by one of the characters, you know you're in for a long night. Not that we didn't enjoy the episode, cause we did. It's just...if you're really gonna resort to the theatrics of personal minutiae at least make them ones involving Burke busting a move. We're just saying. So here we go.

Here's another entry in the categories of "Until There is a Portlandist" and "Seattlest Has a One-Track Mind." An AP article making the bloggity blog blog rounds has dug up a swath of indie bands telling Hummer to go stick it in their 10MPG gas pipe and smoke it. Hummer ad execs, while drinking designer vodkas and wondering how they could be as hip as that Cohen kid on the O.C., must have picked up on the recent trend of using less well-known "indie" songs to sell shit these days. Unfortunately for them, they are much, much dumber than indie musicians, and Seattlest is thankful for that.

Ah, there it is! We take back everything we said about not missing parts of this show. In fact, we almost can't remember life pre-awkwardly forced voice over. This week we're bludgeoned over the head with the fact that it's the New Year and with that comes a New Year's Resolution and a New You, and the putting to rest of your past.

-When you hear that an experimental plane has crashed you expect to hear that some kind of ninja plane from Boeing Field ditched into the ocean. This time it's a DIY job, though. We're guessing the flight itinerary didn't read "Garage, Chehalis Airport, trees, Harborview ICU," but that's unfortunately what happened.

Well, folks, judging by the lack of scenes from next week's Grey's Anatomy at the end of this holiday-filled episode, we don't anticipate a new show next Sunday. Or, presumably, the Sunday after that. But lucky for us, this episode included lots o' tide-us-over bombshell dropping. Well, not so much bombshell dropping as long-coming revelations we've known for awhile. Plus, some comeuppance for George, which Seattlest never really thought he needed, but after careful consideration of the matter (read: thought about it during a commercial break), we wholeheartedly endorse the move.

Thanksgiving came early this year at Seattle Grace Hospital. But then, so did Christmas. Really. Just when we thought there was nothing left to take, er…give, along come the fine folks at Grey's Anatomy to deliver pure unadulterated joy to our cold, cold hearts. What did we ever do to deserve such an episode? Countless Nazi and Georgie references, the triumphant and no longer sexually ambiguous return of Joe (Joe!), a temporary heir to the Dr. Alex Ass of the Century throne and more Cristina and Burke outside-of-hospital action. Well, not action action, but, you know, action. We can't always have everything our way.

First were the crimes, then came the books. Inevitably, on January 3, comes the movie. Sure, it was just a matter of time, but there's also a matter of taste.

The ferry horns are a-blaring and frankly we can't even believe the ferries (or as they would say on Grey's Anatomy, the ferryboats) are running! Check out the kooky fog blanketing Puget Sound this afternoon by using the Space Needle webcam.

Is it just us or is Grey's Anatomy turning more into Yang & O'Malley's Anatomy? Or even McDreamy & Nazi's Anatomy? Or really, Anyone Except Grey's Anatomy. Yeah, we know. Those names, catchy though they may be, don't happen to have the handy synergy of a medical guide named after them, but still. Don't kid yourself, viewers. Those docs are carrying the show.

Well, well, well. Will wonders never cease? We guess if you complain about the formulaic opening of a show long enough, sooner or later someone starts listening. So this week, dear viewers, feel free to send letters of congratulatory adulation (and sizable cash donations) to Seattlest for finally using its powers for good. Because, as far as we're concerned, it was our big mouths that managed to turn those trite, poorly woven medical-affliction-as-metaphor-for-life opening moments of Grey's Anatomy into a, um, trite, poorly woven optimistic-glass-of-life-is-half-full or-learn-to-say-enough-or-when-or-something-as-metaphor-for-life opening moment. So, yeah. You're welcome.

Are there any memorable moments in Seattle cinematography that stick out in your mind? Good shots, absurd moments, classic scenes...or maybe you were lucky enough to end up in the background somewhere? Leave a comment and let us know!

Ah, Grey's Anatomy. What a season it has been. Watching you, we were forced to endure the relegation of our great city to a few token and oft-repeated landmarks. We had to listen to characters that clearly knew nothing of local vernacular blab ad nauseum about ferryboats. Numerous times. And of course, who could forget the producer's warped concept of Northwest geography? Yet despite all this we can honestly say, Grey's Anatomy, we loved ye.

It may be well into the Grey's Anatomy season--so well in fact that next week is the finale--but hey, it's never too late for a little basic character backstory, right? Right. So this week we find out what we should've known months ago: Izzie's relationship with her mother, what McDreamy's deal is, and how Dr. Alex is one cocky bastard. Oh, wait--that last one we've known since the beginning. Everything else, though, is new.

No pain, no gain. Such was the moral lesson of this week's Grey's Anatomy. Or wait…maybe the lesson was that hackneyed truisms shouldn't be taken seriously? Or wait…maybe it was all pain, all gain? Either that or some pain, a little gain…okay, we have no idea. Sometimes Seattlest has planes to catch and mothers to honor and right as we're about to start watching our fave hometown drama (alright, our only hometown drama), jetlag rears its ugly head and we miss this week's eloquent if painfully forced moral lesson. But we were wide awake for the rest of the episode, especially the didn't-see-that-one-coming ending.

Sure, a lot went on in this episode of Grey's Anatomy. Patients didn't quite make it, doctors got to prove themselves and slight retribution was even had. But by far the most important thing to take away from last night's northwest medical opus was the triumphant return of ferryboats. That's, right, folks. Dr. McDreamy, in what can only be interpreted as a shout-out to Seattlest, ushered in the triumphant return of this season's most-mocked sentence: "I like ferryboats." Context? Unnecessary. Intent? Needless. Tone? Smarmy-charmy. Seems like the good people at Komo must've finally let ABC in on the joke.

Sure, there was talk of possible malpractice suits. In between commercial breaks, we could have sworn Meredith was in danger of losing her job. There may even have been some stuff about responsibility and adulthood thrown in for good measure. We weren't really paying attention to any of that, though. We were too busy watching the hot docs of Grey's Anatomy get it on.

Whether via tampon purchasing or virtual human neutering, this week's Grey's Anatomy was all about the gentle art of emasculation. Well, emasculation but also half-naked chicks. So it kind of all balanced itself out in the end. Ready to recap? Let's begin.

Ah, yes. Seattlest just loves it when our city is portrayed in a cultured, nuanced and progressive-moving light on national television. You know, like when an entire episode of a hit drama revolves around an illegal kamikaze bike race. Thanks, Grey's Anatomy! (Better luck next time, Benaroya.)