Saturday, we went on a run, on which I stopped halfway through because of leg pain. I half-hobbled back home, while worrying that my leg was semi-permanently damaged from my recent running event (I hope not). Then we went to Eastside dim sum (tasty, but the carts weren't varied or frequent enough) and on the search for a pumpkin. Who knew that it would be so hard to find a pumpkin before Labor Day? (The pumpkin was for pumpkin beer. Margaret is having an October Pumpkin Party and I coerced Nate into contributing a pumpkin beer.) Saturday night, we went to dinner with Phil (I haven't linked to you yet! I apologize!) and Laura. I wanted to go to Dinette, but apparently I am an idiot and couldn't read the website. (That's "reservations accepted for parties up to eight," not "reservations for parties of eight or more." Doh.) So we went to Cafe Lago, and I had a delicious goat cheese/caramelized onion pizza, followed by a slice of a super-rich chocolate birthday cake (generously donated from Margaret's family, who happened to be celebrating Margaret's mom's birthday at Cafe Lago that very night).
Sunday, I went on a bike ride with my favorite bike ride companions, Mark and Kelly (okay, fine, Nate and Margaret aren't half bad, either). We rode out to the Maltby Cafe and shared a HUGE cinnamon bun. I also ate one of the best BLTs I have ever had. (To tell the truth, the whole ride out there, I was thinking about the BLT I was planning on ordering. And the whole ride back, I was thinking about the BLT I had just eaten.) Sunday night Margaret hosted a party to celebrate our Hood to Coast completion. Linsey made one of the best things I've had the pleasure of drinking - blended lemon sorbet, champagne, and vodka, with a mint garnish. This paired very well with the peanut butter pretzels.
Monday was Bumbershoot! But honestly, it wasn't that great. The crowds overwhelmed me, and you couldn't get into any of the comedy shows I wanted to see (Upright Citizens Brigade, David Cross' Tinkle, a Trapped in the Closet comedy "roundtable") without waiting at least 2 hours in a line. Plus, there weren't any bands I was dying to see. (Tribe was great, but I haven't loved them for years like most people. And, while I love Feist, she alone was not enough to justify the price of admission.)
Tonight, I went to Brasa's happy hour. Two words: fried avocado.