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So lonely

Game starts and everyone abandons the pub :-(

Game day

First pint of the season of Pyramid’s Curve Ball blonde ale.

Cheers!

Where the out beers live

The tap runs out and the sign gets pushed to a corner.

 

After the hearing

We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.

Green!

YES PLEASE

(Source hardly matters on a chill morning)

Mathematically challenged

This morning in the cafe I arrived at the cash register with my meal card to pay for breakfast. I’ve done this hundreds of times, it’s in no way remarkable.

Then my brain kicked in. Or maybe it tripped, or cramped.

The friendly cashier tallied up my purchases. “That will be seven dollars,” he said. It’s always seven dollars, the particular combination of items I’ve chosen over the last couple of weeks. We marveled, again, like we have for the last five or six visits, how isn’t it amazing that it always comes out to an even dollar amount?

So I swiped my meal card, knowing I probably didn’t have quite enough cash value to cover the purchase, and sure enough I was short. “You owe $3.73,” the cashier said.

That’s when the brain kick/trip/cramp started. I fished out my wallet, opened it, saw I had a single bill, and the first thought that flashed through my head was:

Oh shit, I only have a five.

Somehow I managed not to blurt this aloud. I think the part of my brain that was stumbling over the math was also being slapped by the other part of my brain that prevented my mouth from moving and made me just reach out, jerkily, to offer the bill to the cashier, who took it as if nothing was wrong.

If only he’d seen the briefly colossal battle inside my head.

IHOP goes sleek?

They’re dicking with beloved tradition!

Salud!

France vs. Washington state in 10 ounces of liquid goodness.

A visit from the @Starbucks fairy

Walked into the kitchen, found warm-beveragy goodness. And free apps!

Good morning!

Tonight’s grappa.

2010 Corte alla Flora Rosso di Montepulciano with wood-fired pizzas.

Must be game day!

All growed up

And ready for its close-up.

BLTs-to-be

The home-grown to-MAH-toes are out of frame to the left. Cuz, important photo subject.

A touch of the grape.

Yay bendy!

I never get the flexible straw!

Ten years on.

Grillin’.

Sirloins and veggies. Ahh, summer.

Happy Independence Day, Seattle

Finally, a 4th with not a cloud in the sky.

And an appropriate summer cocktail! :-)

Chandler’s Crabhouse’s Havana Raspberry cocktail

 

SHROOMS

Dinner mit usual chickies. ;-)

Flashbacks?

So today, a couple of things:

On the drive home from work—which was itself unusual, I haven’t driven to work without a specific reason (like after-work plans or errands I need to run midday) in I don’t even know how long—I found myself belting out If That’s What It Takes. Which got me to thinking:

1. HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE that I know all the words to this song.
2. Why didn’t I notice what I was singing until the last 30 seconds?

Thank God no one else could hear me in stop-and-go traffic with my windows rolled up, though this kinda shoots that all to hell.

Then for dinner tonight: Fish sticks.

I can’t remember exactly when I last had fish in stick form. I mean, I’ve had fish & chips fairly regularly over the last few years, but that fish is more wedge-shaped or (in many Seattle-area restaurants anyway) random–filet-shaped. There have been other fish entrées in restaurants fairly regularly over the last few years. And I grill fish on a regular basis year-round, mainly because I like to watch the planks burst into flame. But the stick form, they fell out of my life when I was, oh, maybe 12 or 13, and didn’t make another appearance until tonight.

And oh were they good. Crunchy little things, 2 by 1/2 by 1/4 inches. I remember them being much bigger when I was a kid, by which I mean about the same length and width but maybe twice as thick. Also soggier, no matter how long you baked them, but maybe the bigness was cuz I was smaller and now I’m an adult and most things from my childhood seem smaller, like the time I voted at my elementary school and I needed to use a restroom and I thought, good Lord, I’d have to kneel use these urinals.

Balanced breakfast

Oatmeal and an apple fritter.

Cuz, you know, I’m all about balancing things out, even though the Diet Coke wouldn’t fit in the frame.

Home-made

Julie Anne made a strawberry-rhubarb pie with rhubarb from our own garden.

Isn’t it purty?

BOCK. Also: Pils.

Seasonal beers FTW.

And David’s brew, the Czech Pilsner:

Rocks.

Maker’s Mark. At a coffee shop. At the mall.

I must not be in Utah anymore!

Crabby

The crab and asparagus omelet at Skillet. Insanely delicious.

Coffee shot.

At Skillet in German Village.

It’s summer!

If Samuel Adams’ Summer Ale is to be believed.

And I’m ready to believe.

In the history books!

The first pint of Curve Ball this year. Aaahhhhh....