Last week, I received an email from the City of Seattle. Attached to the email was a temporary RPZ 32 guest permit, in a PDF, which we could print out and place on a dashboard until the hangtag arrived. I printed it out, just in case a guest stopped by, but we never used it.
This evening, as Phillip and I were walking home from dinner at Roosters (having gone there directly from work), I told Phillip that I’d been seeing a few permanent permits in windshields. In fact, we passed by a parked car that that had a permit stuck in its windshield. Phillip then predicted that we’d find our permit in the mailbox when we got home.
Phillip was right. It was in our mailbox. We now have our own, official RPZ 32 guest permit hangtag.
I read the fine print on the permit, and I’m glad I did. I learned this evening that this is a guest permit. It’s illegal for us to use this on our own car. I had no idea. If the apartment building parking lot is being washed, for instance, and we have to park on the street for a while, we’re going to have to move our car every two hours.
It is an unfortunate truth that, unless your destination in near the streetcar line, driving from Capitol Hill to First Hill is a whole lot easier than taking public transit. The down side is that, unless your destination has an off-street lot, parking on First Hill is tough to find.
Phillip and I drove to First Hill today to visit Amy. Where she’s staying has an off-street lot. Just as we pulled into the lot, an on-street spot opened up nearby. On-street parking was free today, so we moved the car.
We brought two card games with us: Borogove (which Phillip and I had played only once, and Amy never has), and Duple (which none of us have played before).
We played several games of Duple, which turned out to be a very fun game. We had a great afternoon, visiting and chatting.
We didn’t color Amy’s hair this time.
As Phillip and I walked back to our car, we discussed going somewhere for lunch. Phillip requested that we go somewhere we haven’t eaten before.
I suggested Blue Water Taco Grill, over on Madison. I’ve been there before, but Phillip hasn’t. That sounded good to Phillip. We drove to Madison Street, and discovered that Blue Water was closed today.
Phillip suggested Rhein Haus, over on 12th Avenue. German food is never my first choice in cuisine, but I agreed to it.
We found plenty of parking off of 12th. Rhein Haus was closed today, however. The Chieftain, next door, was open. I do love Irish food. So, that’s where we went for lunch.
It was Taco Tuesday at The Chieftain, but I had a Guinness and beef stew. Phillip had a margarita and mac & cheese. The Irish pub was playing reggae over the speakers. It was all good, and I hope we go back there soon.
We’re staying in this evening.
Last Saturday, our neighborhood became Restricted Parking Zone 32. I’m glad to see it.
We have off-street parking, but we applied for a guest permit. It was cheap, and it will come in handy when friends stop by.
We mailed in our application, rather than make a trip to the SDOT office. I was sort of expecting it in Saturday’s mail, then I was halfway expecting it in today’s mail.
We did mail it in rather late in the process, however. There’s no rush.
I’ve been glancing at windshields this morning and this evening. I haven’t seen any RPZ 32 permits at all. I haven’t seen any parking tickets, either. (I didn’t expect to see any tickets on the second day the zone took effect, actually.)
Yesterday, Phillip and I walked up to Broadway and had brunch at The Deluxe. Then we walked up and down Broadway, from Roy to John, and back. and enjoyed the Broadway Pride Festival.
I don’t know the full story, but this year there was some issue with permits, and Broadway’s Pride Fest almost didn’t happen. (Broadway was the site of Seattle’s Pride parade, by the way, until it grew too big and had to move Downtown.) Another group stepped in at the last minute and saved Broadway’s Pride Fest.
So it was understandable that this year’s Broadway Pride Fest was a little underwhelming. But at least it was there. And it was fun.
There were booths by corporate sponsors, churches, neighborhood shops and restaurants, and some live performances.
Meanwhile, we’re having a heat wave in Seattle. We got out of the burning sun, into our boiling apartment, and lazed around for the afternoon.
This morning, we hopped on an 8 bus to Seattle Center. We agreed to skip the parade this year and go directly to the Seattle Pride Festival.
We had a fun day today. We bought half-price price underwear from our favorite Capitol Hill underwear shop, UnderU4Men. We bought graphic novels and mustard. We ate barbecue in the Center House. We chatted with mayoral candidate James Norton. I met Lonnie Mann, author of Thoughts From Iceland, which I reviewed last year. We stayed in the shade as much as we could.
We’d reserved a gaming table with Queer Geeks and Gamers. We brought a few Fluxx games (including Monty Python Fluxx!) as well as Joking Hazard. Our table was in the beer garden which, for some reason, had a full bar. We played several games of Joking Hazard with passersby Mikael and Roger. That was a blast.
When it was time to go, we rode the rode the monorail to Westlake, and transferred to a Link train to Capitol Hill Station.
On our way home, at around seven in the evening, we stopped into C.C. Attle’s, which also has a full bar.
It’s been a terrific day today. I’m exhausted, a little tipsy, and I have to go to work tomorrow.
One of the enjoyable things I find about riding home on a 47 bus on just an occasional basis is anticipating if that stop at Summit & Harrison will be there or not.
Honesly, I don’t get it. I’ve tried to come up with a logical theory, but I’m stumped.
Back when the 47 route was discontinued, it returned without a stop at Summit & Harrison. The route existed for a long time with just two stops along Summit Avenue, spaced 4 blocks apart.
Then, without any fanfare or announcement, the Harrison Street stop returned. Then it was gone again. (I don’t mean the stop was simply closed. It was completely removed. The sign was removed, and the curb was painted over.)
Then the stop returned. This last time, it existed for exactly one week. (That’s no joke – exactly one week.) Then it was gone – completely removed again.
The automated signage continued to announce a stop at Harrison Street. There was one driver who took pity on confused passengers and would stop in the middle of the intersection for them.
The stop remained gone for several weeks.
I think I noticed the stop’s most recent return sometime last week. It was still there this evening.
I wonder how long the bus stop will exist this time. I wonder how much it costs Metro Transit to install a bus stop sign or to paint a curb.
Phillip and I spent a pleasant afternoon visiting our friend Amy in her temporary lodging on First Hill. We spent a couple of hours together, just talking and visiting.
Because Amy was so close to home, Phillip suggested that we take public transit to get there. That was, of course, fine with me.
The 60 bus would have gotten us close, but it appeared to be on a reroute. So we boarded the 49 bus and transferred to the First Hill Streetcar. I figured the stop and Broadway and Union would get us the closest to our destination. It was a pleasant afternoon, and that stretch of Union Street isn’t very steep.
My transit sense was off today, for some reason. We somehow missed the stop at Union, and had to exit a couple of blocks later, at Marion. I was confused at that point about how to get us to Amy. My directional sense was off today, as well. I had to rely on Google Maps (Yea smart phones!) to get us there. It wasn’t a bad walk, though, and we saw the sights of First Hill.
I discovered, later, that there is, of course, no streetcar stop at Union. That’s a bus stop.
After our visit with Amy, Phillip and I walked over to Li’l Woody’s for a late lunch. Over lunch, Phillip asked that we ride the 49 bus back, so he could stop into Phoenix Comics. I replied that the 10 would get us closer. Phillip trusted my transit sense, despite the streetcar incident, so we caught a 10 bus up to Broadway.
The reason I’d suggested the 10 was that I was still remembering it stopping right before Broadway, and, unlike the 49, we could get to Phoenix without crossing the street. Of course, the 10 stop had been moved across Broadway, next to Capitol Hill Station, a long time ago. My transit sense was off today. The 10 was still slightly closer to Phoenix than the 49, but not for the reason I was thinking.
I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the 60 wasn’t on reroute today.