The first portion of the trip was allocated strictly for blood kin, but I decided to let my son have an indulgent day alone with the family… away from my rules and bossy ideas about food and movies and arcade games.
I arranged to meet Mark Mitchell and Kurt for brunch, but swore them to secrecy: with a scant five hours in the city, there was literally no way I could meet up with any of the other adorable friends. Especially since the vast majority sleep through the day.
Riding the ferry over, I pondered the question of how best to avoid accidentally bumping into loved ones (and thus hurting their wee little feelings). Bauhaus and similar are extreme danger zones, so corporate coffee seemed like the only answer. I trudged up to the Starbucks on First Avenue.
It was Sunday morning. It was Starbucks! I thought that I was safe, but as I stood in line I heard someone shout from behind the pastry case Is that BEE LAVENDER I see?!
Indeed – and it was Shannon intoning the words! It was incredibly thrilling to see her, though I apologized profusely for woeful lack of time.
After a thoroughly delightful afternoon with the boys (dressed in identical lumberjack outfits – if only I had packed my camera) I caught a ride to the Silverdale Mall.
Continuing Adult Preparedness 101, I purchased enough Fiestaware to serve dinner for eight (there was even a sale). Of course this presumes I will one day have a house to serve dinner in, and that is, well, a bit premature. Now to… erm… get the dishes back to the continent where I actually live.
Then we went shopping for bike helmets!
