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Look Both WaysA "whim" is a desire experienced by a person who does not know and does not care to discover its cause. Saturday, May 15, 1999
I had one mission on my trip to the University District street fair this morning: find the vendor I'd had such luck with last year, and buy more! So I got up earlier than I would have otherwise, took the bus, and got there just as the fair was starting. The vendor was in the spot where I expected to find them, but they've changed their name. What was "Gone Troppo" is now "Zen Tropic." I didn't find out why they made this change, though. I found the style of dress I was looking for, and immediately started pulling out the ones that I liked the look of. I did try them all on this time, since the sizing can vary a bit. I ended up with nine dresses and one skirt. I'm sure that I'm one of their best customers! Most people don't buy in such quantities from them. The owner told me that they'll be at the Pike Market street fair on Memorial Day weekend, but that comes during the festival so I probably won't go. The Fremont Fair is a definite go, though! I bought myself a funnel cake (with strawberries and whipped cream, yum!) and tried to eat it as I walked up to my only other scheduled shopping stop. The Soap Box store booth had great deals last year, but this year I didn't see anything that I couldn't do without, especially since I still have soap I bought from them last year, not used up yet. When I saw the bus coming, I threw away the majority of the funnel cake, rather than try and take it on the bus, or wait until the next one. I wanted to get home in time to get to the films without rushing.
I drove down to the Cinerama again, this time because A--- and I weren't sure where we'd try to go later in the day. If Porgy and Bess didn't run too long, we could drive up to the Havard Exit theater and catch the 6:30 show there.
A--- decided that we shouldn't try to get up to the Harvard Exit. It's no fun rushing between theaters if there's an alternative. So we went with the alternate plan, and walked over to the Pacific Place theaters for the next two shows. This is in that newish fancy downtown mall where I went to see The Wizard of Oz with Jack and his daughters.
A---- walked me to my car. I was glad it hadn't been towed or immobilized, since I'd stayed a bit over the time I'd paid for. I drove A--- home, then went home and to sleep. So far the unintentional trend in festival movies this year is to have people running out into traffic, then getting hit by cars. I guess that's better than the year when every other movie had a woman peeing on-screen! |