After a tres fulfilling week last week (Jonathan Richman at the Tractor Tavern, impromptu drinks with international friends, Pioneer Square art walk) and a kick-ass weekend, complete with dancing, sunshine, and Sedaris, I am suffuciently re-toxified and couldn't be happier.
The weather's been downright glorious. So much so that I got a bit overzealous today and decided to wear a skirt. What I knew before I left the house: it was in the 60s, and the sun was out. What I did not know: it was a bit windy, and if I was to try walking uphill in a short sundress, inevitably it would at some point get blown up, catch on my underwear, and remain there for a minute until I realized it. So, a few cars traveling toward Capitol Hill on the Denny bridge today around 10:30, if they were looking in the right direction, saw some unexpected skivvies, with a little bit of tush atop some very white legs. I was slightly embarrassed for about five minutes, laughing and rolling my eyes at my wardrobe faux-pas, but certainly didn't let it ruin my day. I continued on my way, skirt pulled a bit tighter, gathered in my hand the rest of the walk to the post office. I feel like at least once every other week since I've been here, a walk outside or a drive home or a great night out prompts me to fall in love with the city all over again. It's quite refreshing, those revelations. (Also refreshing: cool breezy drafts up your dress on a day like today.)
And so. It's lovely outside. Work is happily busy. I'm purchasing a tent soon (my first!) in preparation for what will surely be the greatest music festival of all time, ever. And I'm starting to think about planning weekend trips to places like the San Juans and Ocean Shores and the Olympic Peninsula. Siiigh.
I KNEW this month was gonna be a-may-zing. Totally called it.
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hahah this made me giggle!!!!!!!!!!
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