Last week Kerry and I headed over to Ballard to watch drunk rich kids attempt to maneuver their fathers' yachts through the Locks. More entertaining than television.
It's so pretty there. Another place where I just keep saying, "I live here. I mean - I live here!" There were herons and a handful of Coho fry that the parks people deposited to entertain the tourists since it's not salmon run season.
After we trolled the locks, we headed over to Lock Spot Cafe Trivia Night. I live in a little bubble, which often rolls into a cave. So unless the trivia focuses on animals, science, indie rock or scooters, I'm of little use. But my three teammates held their own, with Kevin's freakish arsenal of knowledge taking the cake, and Kerry's identification of Calista Flockhart's upsidedown yearbook photo winning us a pitcher of beer. We got stumped on the states bordering Wyoming, and I probably could have retraced my cross-country drive and been more helpful, but by then my brain had shut down and I was in a strawberry shortcake coma. That's okay. I won Scrabble on Saturday.
Long live Ballard!
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