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Sunday, Ron and I were loitering in Zoka's café, puzzling over the rules for the Subgenius version of Illuminati: New World Order. Really, we were waiting for my cousin Nancy and her husband Cedric to get home. Cedric had just bought a custom bicycle. He's really tall, and the bike store had asked him to pose for a photograph for their catalog. After all, if they could fit him, they could fit anyone. Things were running late, and thus Ron and I were loitering.
"Attack to Control blah blah attacking group must have at least one outward-pointing arrow free. Blah blah strength is power minus resistance," I was reading aloud, blah-ing over the boring bits. People at neighboring tables were throwing consternated glances in our direction.
Ron held up a card, saying, "This League for Obvious Decency..."
"Yeah. No outgoing arrows. It can't control anything, I guess," I guessed. Someone at a neighboring table got up and left. Soon, Ron's celphone mercifully rang with word of my cousin's return, and we ambled over, dropping off the cryptic game along the way.
We went to a boat show, a place for purveyors of boats to show the world what was available. There were big boats, little boats, motor boats, sailboats, boats to paddle, boats to pedal, boats to peddle. There were gas-powered toilets and map-enhanced GPS devices. I described my job situation to anyone who made the mistake of listening.
In spite of the fact that Nancy is taller than I am, she found a kayak that fit her. Cedric was not so lucky.
The four of us went to Cedars, an Indian restaurant in the U. district. We signed up to wait for a table, did a little shopping, came back, waited a little longer. Tables weren't coming available. We were going to go see a movie. We were in a hurry. So we went to Costas, the so-so Greek restaurant I'd breakfasted at on my first trip to Seattle. It remained so-so.
We saw the movie The Thin Red Line and then called it a night.