Feet are not superior to bicycles
So, we went for a nice long walk to a short pier. Kind of. Basically, starting at the house here, we went to the Ballard locks via Archie McPhee, watched them raise a boat, then basically walked west as far as we could, turned right, and went up the coast past the Shilshole Marina (where we saw a huge statue of Leif Erickson and a "Got Nordic Heritage?" call for Scandinavian immigrants), and eventually got to Golden Gardens, where we were a little bit too early for the sunset, alas, but it was still really beautiful out anyway. I hadn't gone there in a while, and I certainly hadn't WALKED the entirety of it before.
To make more of a square, we walked up the huge hill to 85th St, got to 15th and 85th, and made a decision to go back to Ballard at that point... ending up at Hattie's Hat! I had my traditional chicken fried chicken and sweet potato fries and stuff, and Ben had meatloaf, and we sat in the back and watched the fish tank and it was neat. Our waiter was really funny, and when we got dessert he threatened to bring back a "scoop of blueberry pie and a slice of ice cream". Yeah. It was also yummy. Amazingly, the restaurant was also NOT crowded -- guess 6:30 on a Saturday night is still fairly early. Eh. Either way, I was so hungry after walking 6 miles or so that it wouldn't have mattered. Yeah.
We looked up some movies and decided to go see Fanboys, as well as drop by at
So we never actually did go see a movie.
I played ping-pong with one of the volleyball guys -- a super-tall guy with really long arms whose name I forgot. He was really good at ping-pong and I really hadn't played in a long time but I got my reflexes back and I was really happy to play again! Dude! Ping-pong!
Around midnight we opted to go home instead of trying to play Settlers of Catan. Also I talked to one of George's coworkers who was a stats stringer for the Mariners for a while. Sounds like fun.
Gave Ben a ride back to his hotel, chatted a bit, didn't really come up with a plan for tomorrow (oops), then I came back here. Tired. Whee. At least I remembered to go put gas in the car on my way back...
The theme for the day, by the way, was "Dude, you were THERE." As in, the amount of things over the last bazillion years that one or the other of us had forgotten the other was at, is pretty staggering.
