After the harrowing experience that is the social security office, I needed to feed my soul. So I fed it Top Pot's Raspberry Ring donut. Mmm. Only complaint: no Kate Bourget at the counter. After Top Pot I hauled ass to Myrtle Edwards park for lovely views of the Sound and Olympics. After sitting in the sun amidst the homeless and the lunch-time joggers, I made the trek to Ivar's because Top Pot hadn't given me enough deep fried goodness for one day...yeah.
On the bus ride back I saw hoards of clean-cut O'Dea boys walking around with their gym bags and generally looking thrilled to be done with class and able to enjoy the warm afternoon. I remember those September Friday afternoons in high school so well. Easily the best time of the whole school year.
Anyway, now it's the freakin weekend, and baby I'm about to...go nap in Cal Anderson.
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