I spent several hours at McMenamins in Mill Creek this evening. Some thoughts on the day, in no particular order:
- To the man who obviously was trying to impress his date by his vast knowledge of beer: Your server is not, as you so eloquently put it, a “douchebag” because he doesn’t know what the hell you’re asking for. If you expect your server to know you want a cask-conditioned ale, don’t insist repeatedly and loudly that it’s called cast-conditioned.
- The big field outside my apartment complex is wonderful for generating fog on cold nights. I pulled into my the entry road and in the space between heartbeats went from crystal-clear skies to fog so thick I could barely see 10 feet ahead of me. Pretty neat, since I’m such a night-time fog whore.
- WSDOT, which is responsible for the endless road-widening project on SR 527 north of my apartment, really must get its shit together and finish the damned work. It’s been ongoing ever since I moved here, rapidly approaching the two-year mark, and from my perspective—I freely admit I am unschooled in the ways of road construction—it’s not a two-year project, to say nothing of the three or 4 years they’ve allotted to it. So step lively, and get it done!
- It’s amazing how quickly time passes when one becomes immersed in a book. I started The Da Vinci Code when I got to the restaurant and 320 pages later, I realized it was nearly midnight and long past time to go home.
Okay then, I believe that’s all I have to say for today.