This weekend we ended the dreaded Math Workshop and ran around and had a good time. We ended up spending a lot of time in Bellevue, for some strange reason. I had no idea how ritzy that community is, good lord! BMWs and Lexus’ everywhere, it was kind of ridiculous. We went to Bellevue Mall and I didn’t see a single crazy person…not one, just immaculate people and their adorable children. We ate at Chang’s; I was so freezing inside the restaurant Josh gave me the shirt off his back! What a guy!
Today we headed over to Seattle Center for Festa Basil…we were deeply disappointed. Josh lived in Brazil for a few years and I thought it might get him reminiscing and perhaps motivate him to take me on a foreign excursion. The festival was about four booths, a music stage, and two panels of artwork inside the plaza. No food! What? How can you have an ethnic festival with no freaking food? The best part was Josh overheard two guys in Portuguese making fun of a Kapueta participant lifelessly beating on a drum and looking bored…the Kapueta was really the only thing drawing a crowd other than the steel drum band. We would have been ok with the measly booths filled with cheap jewelry had there been at least one food venue. I mean, I know the Brazilian population in Seattle is slim, but c’mon.
We distracted ourselves by loitering around the Sci-Fi Museum’s lobby. We just didn’t feel like paying the money to wander a museum on such a sunny day. I really dug the bathroom sign:

Four years ago, we had EMP passes and the two of us would spend hours hanging out in the museum. Gone are the days of leisurely playing in the music room or admiring the rare collection of Hendrix guitars. Nothing much seems to have changed at EMP other than a pretty cool gift shop. The red hoodie with a pic of Hendrix with flames coming out of his afro was pretty cool….but I couldn’t imagine wearing it. They also have a t-shirt squeezed down and packaged into a guitar shape. Anyway, in honor of Ryan, (who can’t keep his hands off inanimate objects) I couldn’t let this robot man get by without a friendly squeeze: