Apparently, whatever I was doing, I was in Ballard, behind what is now the cupcakes place, in a parking lot.

At least, according to this parking ticket.

Which I just received, seven years later.

For a car I haven't owned in almost as long.

What, in short, the fuck.

I can't possibly give the firsthand account that Allyson can of this event, so I won't even try -- I'll leave it to her to fill in the details. I can only show you these pictures ( Read more... )