Weekends need to be fun. Yeah, I know, we all thought we really new weekends when we were kids. (No school, woohoo!) Now that we’re working adults, Josh and I made a pact to do as much fun stuff as possible on our weekends. Especially since the weather has gradually changed from pissing rain to decent sunny weather.
Last Saturday and Sunday, after blowing off all our chores, we went on a four mile hike around the neighborhood. This may sound pathetic, but let me assure you it was quite a hike. We walked down a winding path to Madrona Beach, than curved around and hiked uphill for a full 2 miles until we reached Madrona’s swanky 34th st. My ass was incredibly sore from both hikes, but I took comfort in knowing that unless I want cheeks down to the back of my knees, I gotta climb hills.
Anyway we rewarded ourselves by attending the Madrona BBQ festival. Here I am bawking like a chicken while going clockwise around the Cake Walk:

I’m embarrassed to say that I got really competitive. This little kid in front of me ran back to the #3 I was standing on after the music stopped and I wouldn’t give it up. Her Mom was pissed at me, and I even said, “Can’t you share the #4?” In hindsight I realize I was a jerk…I mean, c’mon, the kid needed the cake more than I did. Turns out, neither of us won. (The second time around they made us hop on one foot around the circle, which was a lot harder than acting like a chicken). Anyway, Josh and I chowed down ears of corn and split a BBQ plate: ribs, sausage, chicken, and potato salad. Excellent! (And sticky). Not our typical fare, which is too bad because there is nothing like good barbeque. Our neighborhood is really, super, into BBQ and there were multiple stands offering various grilled goods.
We went downtown. Sure enough, Nordstrom Rack started singing our names and we were sucked into the monstrous void under the guise that we needed to find Josh a pair of sunglasses. We originally thought Sunglass Hut was going to aid Josh in buying a pair. Hundred bucks for sunglasses? Dude, that was Colorado, it’s hard to rationalize spending that kind of dough here. The Rack had some really lame sunglasses, it took some major scouting on my part to find Josh a suitable pair. Fifteen bucks, I think they’re Kenneth Cole, and they’re pretty slick.
We drank beer on the patio at Kells. We went to the Market. A band was playing honky-tonk music, I think they were called The Dog Days Band. Anyway, they had a bunch of huge dogs lying at their feet. One of them sported a little sign: “I Love Kids.” I threw a dollar in the dog’s hat and made Josh take a picture of me: