At 10 AM this morning, I received a text message from my pal, E-Bot. She was encouraging me to meet her at the Northwest Folklife Festival. Despite the gray skies and E's bad personality, I decided to attend.
But how was I going to get there? The bus? No. I knew there would be enough crazies at the festival. I refused to deal with more. The car? No. Finding parking on Queen Anne Hill is like finding an ounce of decency is NicUnCool's soul - moderately difficult. The scooter? Should I try to cross Interstate 5 and Lake Union on my teensy, two-wheeled vehicle?
Yes!
And I did. It was exciting. I crossed two bridges.
The end.
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