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J Asked For It

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By R.


J wrote me first thing this morning and said that he was up for an adventure - well, he asked for it - read on.

When I think lunchtime adventure - I think: not Tukwila. And then usually the first place to come to mind is Luna Park - the food is excellent, so is the service and it's only 10 minutes north of the Compound.

We invited the Chef out to meet us - I had breakfast, the Chef had a patty melt, and J gave into temptation - devoured a butterscotch milkshake and washed it down with a egg-topped burger. Today, the fries were so good, I distracted the Chef with Popples (lunch box hanging in the top-right corner of this photo) while I gobbled up some of hers.

Afterwards, I had to run to the bank to deposit a check, so we headed up the hill to the WaMu on California. I know that WaMu is the walking the Green Mile, but you would think that with the power of a bank like Chase, they could spruce the place up a bit. That WaMu has got to be the saddest WaMu in Seattle - they've taken an already austere interior, painted it beige and removed all evidence of that WaMu WooHoo from the lobby. [Side note for those thinking of repainting - beige really brings out the shine of bullet-proof plastic] Anyway, it's been sad to see the assimilation take place. I'll miss that WooHoo feeling.

Next, we went into Next to Nature to get my dog a dried animal tendon to chew on. Even though the fries at LP were the best ever (weird segue, sorry), this little pit stop was the highlight of my afternoon - I got to watch J snatch this sticker off of a stuffed animal dog toy.

Notice the rat-type fur stuck to the label? Apparently, J had to give that sticker one heckuva yank to steal it. My mission for the next few weeks is to figure out where to buy these in bulk - I love it and want t-shirts, buttons and bumper stickers.

Speaking of fixation, the highlight of the afternoon was quickly followed by the lowlight. After the best merge on top of a big, stupid you-should-really-be-on-a-farm, what-are-you-doing-in-the-city, pick-up truck (it was one of those battles of the will-type merges - I should have been given a medal), the driver of said truck was infuriated and began honking at us - J turned around and gave him the finger (naturally), and in return the guy honked his horn some more.

 Well, we must have drove in front of this guy for about a mile and a half. I had already forgotten about the incident, and pulled into the left lane to turn, and the guy drove up along the side of us and managed to sputter out a very sad, little loogie on J's window. I mean - really, my 5 year old niece produces more phlegm than that.

Too bad the window wasn't rolled down, I would have enjoyed watching J kick his ass. Sorry, J.

We just started laughing - I mean, what a ridiculous jerk. But thing is, I've been trying to see how long I can go without washing Joan Jetta (it's been about 3 months - think of all the water I've conserved!), but no way could I live with spit, so we stopped at the closest car wash and scrubbed up.

Overall, we had a good adventure it gave me something to write about. But Mister Aggro, if you're reading this - you owe Mother Earth 50 gallons of water, jerk.

Food: 5/5
Atmosphere: 2/5 (considering sad WaMu and having to drive for 5 minutes while watching spit run down the side of the window - the two points is for the kitchy atmosphere of Luna Park)
Goodtimes: 5/5 (you ask for adventure, you get is - heck yes)
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