Harry and the Potters
Last night Carolyn and I went to see Harry & the Potters (yes!) at the Central Library. Upon arriving 15 minutes before doors I was amazed to see a line wrapping almost all the way around the building, but we got in with no problem.
joshc and his friend Carolyn happened to walk up just as we were about to go in, so they snuck in along with us. Later fellow Metblogger Peter (who offered to teach me how to flirt in Swedish), and his girlfriend showed up, which Carolyn said gave us the critical mass necessary to stage a revolt.
It was so, so, fun. For those familiar with the library, it was in the corner of the 5th Ave reading room, where the glass walls meet and soar up overhead. Why aren't there more concerts at the library? Sadly that will probably be the last time at SPL that I feel the floor shaking under me from people jumping up and down; at least until the robots take over.
Afterwards everyone headed off in separate directions, so I retreated to Remedy and discussed the vagaries of romance with head cute tea boy Anthony. After a nice chat, he brought me a chocolate and sent me home with some black tea blossoms to try out. Remedy always restores my love for Seattle, and cute tea boys always soothe my frustration with the non-tea-boys. The restorative tea he recommended had me yawning as I turned onto my street, and I fell asleep earlier than I have in weeks.
While flipping through Carolyn's Flickr for the above photo, I discovered that someone actually took a picture of me for once! (I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the lack of pictures of me, considering that Seth doesn't have a camera and for the last year+ I spent most of my time with him.) It's even decently cute, despite reinforcing certain self-consciousness. Maybe I can blame the flash, but it's a bad sign when standing next to
joshc makes him look downright bronzed by comparison. (Also note Josh's fabulous Jack Spade messenger bag, even though this photo doesn't show me eyeing it jealously.)
Oh, and note to
crucially: the brown thing is a headband. Now do you understand?
