Procrastescape

A little after noon, M returned from a jaunt to IKEA with J.Cyclone, having procured us some patio furniture. We had noticed that it was difficult to get our grill on when there was nowhere to sit, and no table. So that should all be taken care of.

J.Cyclone is moving to CA for law school so we went out for one last lunch at Paragon (where we went our first night in Seattle) before he leaves this weekend. I had eaten a burrito earlier so I took most of my meatloaf sandwich (unimpressive) home.

Ok, eating out is done for the week.

On the way back to the car, some 7 or 8 year old kid with pants pulled down, boxers showing, and no shirt was walking down the street rapping about "rolling in his six-four". I don't think he even knows what a "six-four" is.