Well, this weekend was occupied by a much-needed escape from Phoenix and the pressures of my current life. My mom had departed our lovely summer swelter for Washington's piny shores, to spend a couple of weeks biking, busing and otherwise traveling around enjoying scenery, people and culture.
I flew up Friday, and we spent Friday afternoon somewhat sedately, enjoying downtown Seattle and Pike Place Market, and making a quick trip over to Bainbridge Island by ferry simply because the opportunity was there. Lovely place, Bainbridge. I could retire there.
Saturday was Bumbershoot. If you've never been to, or never heard of Bumbershoot, and have any interest at all in any of the arts, really you owe it to yourself to brave the crowds and visit once. Four days of music, art, photography, film, spoken word, poetry, etc., etc., etc., that fills Seattle Center. It's bloody insane. I caught Seal's complete set (loved it, but love him so find it hard to be objective) and about half of American Music Club's (thought they were quite good but generally overrrated), as well as about half a dozen local or sub-local performers, grazed the literary marketplace, with its surprising number of vendors displaying indie comics and the like, ate food, mused at the awful line to get into the comedy theater to see a group of comics including Air America Radio's Marc Maron. In the end, we decided to trek home about then, since it was hours and hours and hours till Robyn Hitchcock was to go on, and I was already exhausted. Public Enemy was to perform Sunday night. Missed that to. Would've like to have been there.
Sunday was a short day, a morning ferry ride to Vashon Island and back and quickening the pace to try to get to the airport in time for my flight. Missed that flight, took another later one and got home very late last night. I've consequently been pretty unmotivated today.
So, superficial though it may be, that's my report ... what I did on my summer vacation.
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