Phillip and I rode an 8 bus from Capitol Hill to Seattle Center this morning, for the other Seattle Pride Celebration.
I’d been given the task of planning our route to get us there slightly before the parade ended, so we could see everything and avoid the majority of the crowds.
(We didn’t watch the parade. It was too hot outside, and, besides, the parade was a lot more fun when it was on Broadway, and it was smaller and more intimate.)
When I’d planned our route, I didn’t count on the 8 being rerouted because of the parade. My error worked in our favor, however, since the rerouted 8 got us closer to Seattle Center. And, we still got there exactly when we wanted to arrive.
Today’s celebration was much larger than yesterday’s, of course. The weather was much hotter – in the mid- to upper-80s.
I got a free cookie from a Methodist church, along with a talk about how not all churches are filled with hate. I thanked the lady for the cookie, and replied that she didn’t have to convince me of that.
There were many of the same vendors we saw yesterday, including the sushi burrito truck.
There seemed to be a larger percentage of artist booths, and a smaller percentage of corporate booths, compared to yesterday’s event.
There was an official Nissan booth there.
At one point, Phillip and I got briefly separated. I found him talking with some firefighters at the Everett Fire Department booth. Phillip was standing next to a headless manikin, which was lying on the ground. I said, “Phillip! What did you do?” Without missing a beat, Phillip replied, “He was like that when I got here.” One of the firefighters laughed, and said, “He called us to the scene.”
(As I was typing that previous paragraph, Phillip explained that right before I arrived, he was joking that the manikin looked worse than he did yesterday.)
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met a grumpy firefighter.
We stopped inside The Armory for an iced latte (for me) and a milkshake (for Phillip).
I still think it’s a missed opportunity that no one has an iced coffee booth at events like this.
(At yesterday’s street fair, I was aware that I could have bought an iced coffee at either of the Vivace locations on Broadway, or Kitanda, or the Starbucks inside QFC. But I thought it would be nice to see a coffee booth.)
Phillip and I split up again for lunch, and met back under the shade of a tree. Phillip bought a bratwurst sandwich. I had my mind set on a bowl of jambalaya, but their power was out, and the guy in the booth estimated it would be 45 minutes until power was back on. It was probably just as well, I thought, since the jambalaya was $30 – not unreasonable for a restaurant, but it seemed a bit high for street food. Maybe.
I made a spur-of-the-moment decision for a plate of orange chicken and noodles.
We’d had loose plans to meet up with Charles at today’s event. The heat and the crowds were getting to Phillip, however, so we sent a text that we were leaving.
I suggested that, rather than trying to figure out the bus reroutes, we ride the Monorail to Westlake, and then Link light rail to Capitol Hill. Phillip agreed to that plan.
Phillip also wanted to stop into QFC on our way home.
At the Seattle Center Monorail station, the original ticket booths had been replaced by ticket machines, an ORCA reader, and a guy at the entrance checking tickets. It’s a better system, I think, but I felt nostalgic for those 1962 ticket booths.
The Monorail had two trains running simultaneously today. It has been years since I’d seen that.
We stepped off the light rail train at Capitol Hill Station. The escalator up to the John Street mezzanine was out of order, and so was the elevator. We were both too tired to take the stairs.
I was about to suggest that we take the platform-to-surface elevator at the Denny Way side of the station, when Phillip had a wackier, better suggestion: Let’s ride light rail to U District Station and then ride the 49 bus back to QFC. I was already sold on the idea before he added: “We’re not in any hurry to get back to our hot apartment, are we?”
We rode light rail to U District Station.
Phillip drives to work, but he’s more knowledgeable about the transit revisions in the U District than I am. He knew that the 49 now travels westbound on 43rd Street and then eastbound on 45th, and that the 49 now stops on 43rd, right outside of U District Station.
That seemed kind of backwards to me. The 49 would be turning west off of 15th – after it arrives from Downtown and Capitol Hill. But I trusted Phillip, and I trusted the sign that clearly said: “U-District Station Capitol Hill.” That means we catch the 49 here to get from U District Station to Capitol Hill, doesn’t it?
Then I saw the paper “Transit Revision” notice. It listed the routes that now stop there, including “49 U District Station.” That means the 49 to U District Station stops there, at U District Station, doesn’t it?
It’s not that I thought Phillip was wrong. It’s that I couldn’t figure out Metro Transit’s confusing signage. Phillip pointed out: If the 49 ends here, why would it be listed on the sign? I didn’t disagree, and added: If the 49 ends here, why does the sign say Capitol Hill on it?
Phillip suggested that I check OneBusAway. It listed “49 U District Station” as one of the buses that stop there. That sort of confirms that U District Station is its destination, doesn’t it?
(Speaking of Metro Transit’s confusing signage, when we were waiting for the 8 on Olive Way, I happened to notice that the sign is still backwards. It still lists routes as going up the hill, not down it.)
Ultimately, we decided to play it safe and walk over to 45th, where we were sure that the 49 would take us home.
We rode a 49 to Broadway, bought some soft drinks and watermelon at QFC, walked home, and started a pot roast cooking.