Jeans, A Tunnel, A Hot Dog, And Another Tunnel

Phillip is in Everett this weekend, sitting with Kelly’s dog while Kelly and her mom are out of town. He left work early on Friday, and is due back some time tomorrow. He invited me to go up with him. He invited me to hop on a bus or train and join him. I declined both invitations, for the only reason that I was craving some solitude.

I came home to an empty apartment Friday evening. I thought about going out somewhere (I can find solitude in crowds) but ultimately decided I was too tired. I stayed in, cooked myself some dinner, read, and played on the computer.

The alarm woke me up early this morning. I forgot to turn it off last night. I decided to get up and brew some coffee.

I read. I played some Sims 4. I showered. I read. I played some Life is Strange. I read. I played some City: Skylines. I played some Sims 4 and some Life is Strange. I read. Then I got dressed and headed out the door.


Life is Strange in small town Oregon

Metro has been busy sending me text alerts all week about bus reroutes and delays because of scheduled events Downtown. So, I walked up the hill to Capitol Hill Station. (If you want to get around, go underground.)

On my way up the hill, I dropped Round Ireland With a Fridge off at the Capitol Hill Library.

Capitol Hill Station was packed with Sounders fans. (That was one of the events Metro warned me about.)

I exited at Westlake Station, and walked across the street to The Gap, where I bought some jeans. This was the only part of my day that was planned. Jeans are acceptable attire in my office, as long as they’re in good repair. I had to retire some jeans recently, as they were no longer acceptable for the office. The jeans I have left, bought secondhand, may need retiring soon. So it was time for a fresh round.

The salesman at The Gap was instantly my best friend, and I was the coolest guy in Seattle, just for being there. (Have I ever mentioned that “obsequious” is one of my favorite words?) As he was ringing up my jeans, he asked me what I had planned for the day. “First, I’m buying some jeans,” I answered, “Then I’m going to have a hot dog. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“Really? There are hot dogs around here?” (It turned out that his half-hour lunch started in a few minutes.)

I directed him to Dog in the Park, in Westlake Park, where I was actually heading after paying for the jeans.

I had a Chicago Dog and a Coke at Dog in the Park. There was a marijuana rally going on behind me, which I couldn’t avoid overhearing. The speaker was explaining that marijuana is decriminalized in Seattle, but it’s still not legal. He explained the difference to the attendees.

I was glad I didn’t run into The Gap Salesman at Dog in the Park.

When I finished my Chicago Dog, I had an impulse to go to the Central Library. So I started walking up 5th Avenue.

When I approached The 5th Ave Theater, I decided to see where the other end of my favorite pedestrian tunnel is, with construction going on at Rainier Tower. I went down the entrance to the food court (which was closed) and turned left.

The tunnel ended abruptly, as I expected. An arrow taped to the wall directed me to the stairs to 5th Avenue. Another arrow directed me to the elevator to 5th Avenue. I followed the stairs.

I followed the twisty path up stairs after stairs. Arrows taped to the wall told me which way to turn, even when I had no other choice. Obviously, they had put a service and/or emergency stairway into use as a temporary construction detour.

I came to an intersection where an arrow pointing left directed me to 5th Avenue, and an arrow pointing right directed me to the deliveries dock. Ahead was the construction office. I turned left.

After all those turns, and all those arrows, and all those stairs, I emerged onto 5th Avenue – directly across the street from the stairs to the food court. Now I know. A security guard gave me a startled look. I must have been the only person today to take those stairs.

I hung out in the library for a while. I looked for a book that was on my “For Later” shelf, but it had been checked out.

Then I walked down to 3rd Avenue, and into University Street Station. I rode Link to Capitol Hill Station.

I had meant to stop into Phoenix for Free Comic Day, but I forgot. Oh well, Phillip missed it, too.

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