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Labor(less) Day

I was really looking forward to Labor Day.  A three day weekend.  Sunny skies and Seattle summer weather continuing.  Bumbershoot music festival.  Beginning of football season.  It even started off with a bang with a fantastic FareStart dinner and Seahawks win on Thursday night.  It just didn’t go quite as smooth as planned.

An amazing Tim Chips crusted Alaskan halibut on top of watermelon radishes and heirloom tomatoes.  Could taste the chips!  But the chicken tortilla soup first course was probably my favorite thing in the meal.
An amazing Tim Chips crusted Alaskan halibut on top of watermelon radishes and heirloom tomatoes. Could taste the chips! But the chicken tortilla soup first course was probably my favorite thing in the meal.

Friday when it was supposed to be the beginning of my R&R weekend I was unhappily given other news.  I first went and picked up a mattress for the guest bed.  That went smooth enough and was a great deal.  However, after loading and unloading the mattress and working up a minor sweat I was greeted at the house with my roommate’s saying the fridge wasn’t working.  Enter chaos.  For a few hours Polly and I unloading our entire always-stocked fridge to the downstairs fridge and freezer, my new cooler, and two friend’s houses.  We had to de-thaw the entire thing, mop up the floor a hundred times, and clean it out and that took an entire day.  Thankfully our work paid off because it worked the next day and we didn’t have to buys parts, get it serviced or deal with our landlord.  Polly and I were wiped out but we tried to make light of it by having a mini feast out of the freezer and settling into a movie from Redbox.

Saturday I went for a short run, hassled with the fridge some more, assembled the guest bed, watched UM win their first game, tried to go fishing at Golden Gardens, and then gave up and came back home to cook a fantastic meal for six of my friends.  In celebration of Labor Day I did a BBQ.  When I thought 10 were coming I went a little crazy with the amount of dishes.  I ended up making a spice rubbed beer can chicken on the grill, creamed corn saute with roasted hatch chilies, red beans and rice, broccoli salad, Caesar salad with homemade croutons with greens from the garden, watermelon, collard greens, and s’more bars.  It was intense but it all came out great…even the chicken that caught on fire while I was changing and then the grill went out half way through because of an empty propane tank.  I finally got to meet Bryan’s two friends visiting and we all had good conversation and finished with dessert on the deck.

Sunday I went for another short run (amazing!) before heading down to Bumbershoot to volunteer and then catch some shows.  Over Sunday and Monday I managed to volunteer 6 hours and took in quite a few shows including:  fun., MGMT, alt-J, The Sheepdogs, Delta Rae, Allen Stone, and Trampled By Turtles.  I enjoyed all of the music but fun. and Allen Stone were my favorite and MGMT were a heavy disappointment.  Amidst the festival I drank an abundance of free Starbucks lattes, coffees, and frappecinos, had dinner at Veggie Grill followed by froyo from Yogurtland on Saturday, and a salad bar meal from Met Market with the boy on Monday.

Veggie Grill crispy chikin platter with steamed kale and potato cauliflower mash.
Veggie Grill crispy chikin platter with steamed kale and potato cauliflower mash.
Iced vanilla latte at concert.
Iced vanilla latte at concert.

It was a great weekend but it is actually great to be at my “new” job today.  And I am looking forward to my parents getting here and having some fun with them!

Chelsea

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