Later, Jeff and I played tennis at Volunteer Park. This required the purchase of a crappy tennis racquet from Play It Again Sports. I sort of want to return it.
After an extended post-tennis break, we got dinner at Jai Thai where the most complicated part of our order was a pitcher of beer that they kept forgetting to bring. Stuffed with Thai food and Stella Artois, we wandered around into former barber Majel's extended Seattle tour at the Cha Cha Lounge before it migrated to the Bad JuJu (which, despite the unfunny-ness of the joke, someone in the party kept calling the two bad ju-s). There, more Olympics were on television and someone called Scary Gary was playing a lot of stupid music, while I was fascinated by the presence of a second+ story aquarium that provided a window into an apartment or office that may have been the site for backroom dealings, but who knows, really?