So early this afternoon, all three cats
snuggle up around me, and who am I to deny them some close time? Until I notice that's quarter past one on my watch. And the concert is at two.
The cats scattered in different directions, as I performed ablutions and dressing at triple time. Zoom down the road, traffic was fast all the way until the Montlake Blvd exit. I remained calm. This was my own fault. I didn't cuss. Much. Finally it moved (it looked like they had to drag an accident out of the way.) Into the U District. Into the parking garage. The clock strikes two. The first three levels are full. Finally park. Miracles, I find there is a direct underground access from the parking to the Meany Theater that I had not known of before. Pickup ticket from willcall. Find seat. It's a good seat. Sit, just as the houselights go down. I couldn't have timed it better if I had rehearsed it with a stopwatch.
It was a lovely performance by the Seattle Women's Chorus
, and I was able to see jezel
on the stage, and chat with her a bit at intermission.
I wish that ESA/SWC would sell CDs of their performances.
Afterwards, she and I met up with her friends Ja—n and Br—t, who were also in the audience, and we all went out to eat at Costa's. J&B went off their own way, and jezel
& I went over to the Landmark to see Shaolin Soccer
. It was great, much fun, not terribly serious. It was The Matrix meets Crouching Tiger meets Police Squad meets The Bad News Bears.
My leg still hurts. I don't know what I want the doctor to find tomorrow.