Rather than bleeding in the pool, I called it a day and limped to catch a bus back to work, where I hung around for a few distraction-filled hours. On the way, I finally made it into Red Line and was pleasantly surprised -- both with the quality of the food and with the overall interior atmosphere. I took my food to go since I was already running late, but it seems pretty decent.
Carole, Carolyn, Jeff, and I met in Pioneer Square for some art walking. With the winter weather, none of the street vendors were around; so we looked at expensive pretty things in the galleries. We are not especially talented in the criticism department -- discussing differences between tacky and gaudy and determining whether certain pieces were too Pier One. This is not to say that there weren't many good specimens on display. The live/work spaces were mostly closed though, which was sort of disappointing. Even the Live Girls were on vacation.
After gawking at a screaming building (a broken steam pipe?), we had dinner in a cozy booth at Trattoria Mitchelli, where we were joined by Atri, Carole's fiancé. It turned out to be a long dinner. We tried to assist in the wedding planning and made fun of some of the worst movie previews of the season. Because of Winn-Dixie is probably our anti-favorite (with Constantine a strong contender).