If you knew how little summer we've enjoyed here in Seattle, Other Cities of America, you would both pity and despise us. While you've broiled your assorted bits and bobs in triple-digit temperatures -- "hot enough to steam an artichoke in my bra," as my friend Michelle says -- we Seattleites have looked askance at cloudy skies and 60 degrees, even lingering at the coat rack in the mornings. It's sunny today and the weather gods are supposed to give us 70 opulent degrees, but I'll believe that shit when I'm standing in it, not believing it.
Nice weekend, anyway. Took long, meandering walks around Ballard, with stops at the brewery and the women-run sex shop (thoughtfully located next door to the hipster Calvinist church). Saw "Cowboys and Aliens," which is enjoyable enough if you don't hope for an exceptional science fiction movie or a classic western. Cleaned house, worked out, had super awesome sexytime with the girl I lovingly call "my war department." If the debt ceiling were to crash today and flatten us all, I'd be content in my belief that I'd lived a good life. Everything beyond this is a gold-plated bonus.
By the way: I'm on Google+, if you're into that sort of thing. http://gplus.to/beatnik.
Sigh.
Glad you enjoyed your weekend (and life) though!