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some stuff from some weekends

Today after brunch the warmth returned to Seattle at approximately the time we were milling about in the parking lot farmers' market off Broadway; so our formless afternoon shaped up around walking back to Molly Moon's for ice cream cones to eat while sitting on the shady hill. We waited around long enough for a guy with an impressive collection of straps and ropes and pulleys to set up a few slacklines, one of which spanned nearly the entire width of the park. It took him forever to secure everything; so of course we had to wait around to see what might happen. For the length of time and effort required to rig the longline, he seemed to only traverse the canyon twice. The main action seemed to be hanging around, possibly giving a lesson, and then eventually instructing the kids and teens and others drawn to the cluster of trees. With so much spectation under our belts, even we gave it a go, mostly brief moments of balance with a few lucky steps here and there. It was considerably more difficult and shaky than I imagined.

Yesterday, there was a "BBQ" at Seattle Center for KEXP. I met some friends there and heard Japandroids, Cymbals Eat Guitars, Viva Voce, and about three songs worth of Dinosaur Jr. Some were better than others. I went home for a brief break and watched some more old Mad Men episodes while building up some resolve to head back out, mainly to the Crocodile but also to Bathtub Gin, which is ideally charming and slightly hidden. The thing at the Crocodile was Emerald City Soul Club. Everyone has been raving about it forever, for good reason. I am not really a person who goes dancing (obvious for the number of casualties inflicted as the night progressed on the slippery talcum powdered floor) or whatever, but it was certainly exhaustingly fun times.

Earlier, a friend defended her dissertation, resulting in late-afternoon sparkling wine and mid-evening wine on the small deck at the Capitol Club. The prior weeks had things like judging a kickball game, inventing toasts at the Buckeroo, Throw Me the Statue at Seattle Center, the patio at Presse, a muppet party followed by a house party with pizzas being cooked in the insanely hot kitchen, cycles of hushing, loud chatter, and indoor--outdoor migrations based on the presence of police cruisers, and last minute hops to the grocery to clean out the cheep beer multipack refrigerated sections. There was also massive heatwave followed by a premature nostalgia-inducing cold spell and probably other things, since forgotten but somehow documented on other internets.

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How come I look like the drunk one? I was waaaay soberer than you, dawg!
It's a soul club miracle? I like that the asa--scott tender reunion was captured for the ages, too.
I think saw you briefly on the other side of the beer garden during cymbals. I was impressed by the number of people who stuck it out to the very end, especially with dinosaur jr being markedly louder than the other bands... killed my desire to do anything else afterwards, though.