sistawendy: (eek)
I went out with the Tickler last night to see Cut Copy at the Neptune. But first, eetz: Since she really needs something gluten free, we went to Bol on 64th - the Tickler says not to go to the nearby test kitchen because it sucks several ways. Bol is a pho joint as conceived by hipsters: a simple, fairly ordinary menu with choice ingredients; good alcohol, appetizers, & dessert; higher prices; annoyingly hip utensils; and a smoking hot waitress with queer hair. Sure, would nom again, and not just because of the waitress, who the Tickler assures me is monogamously partnered up.

Minor problem: Bol is on 64th. The Neptune is on 45th. The Tickler resolved to drive us despite the pain that is parking in the U District. We were just a block from the Neptune in the fading twilight when she pulled over to let an ambulance by. As she was starting to get into the left lane, we got sideswiped by a black Nissan Leaf. I'm pretty sure it was speeding in the wake of the ambulance because its airbag deployed. Oh by the way, we hit an Uber in front of us, no thanks to Newtonian mechanics.

We're fine. In fact, ibuprofen last night was all it took for me. The Tickler may be shaken up a little worse, but she didn't do too badly either. She mulled seeing a doctor today, but I don't think I need to.

We spent most of the concert dealing with insurance & police, sometimes with me holding my umbrella over the Tickler. (Fun fact: the first cop on the scene, a UW officer, said he couldn't handle the case because the Leaf driver is a UW employee. Appearances, you know.) Once the Tickler's car, which isn't drivable but doesn't look that bad, got towed away, we walked one block to the Neptune in time to catch Cut Copy's encore. I'd planned to meet up with R & J there, but we never got closer than a text message. I got the Tickler a much needed whiskey, we peed, and we went back to her place. It occurred to both of us that our usual shenanigans were medically contraindicated; cuddles ensued.

I really did say this morning, "I had a lovely time crashing with you last night." How could I not?

Date: 2017-06-16 10:22 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] ximinez
ximinez: (Default)
On the bright side, no worries about parking.

Date: 2017-06-17 01:53 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] basefinder
basefinder: (Default)
A good pun must not be denied. :-)

Sorry to hear about the crash. At least you had a decent dinner.

Date: 2017-06-17 02:41 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] cupcake_goth
cupcake_goth: (Default)
Oh no! I'm glad you're both okay.

Date: 2017-06-17 05:01 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fizzgig_bites
fizzgig_bites: (Default)
Yucky evening but at least there were snuggles. Glad you are okay.

Date: 2017-06-17 06:55 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] randomdreams
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Oh noooo! I'm glad you're both okay!

Date: 2017-06-17 03:03 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] dark_phoenix54
dark_phoenix54: (snooch scream)
Yikes. Glad you're both okay; I hope you're not too sore in the aftermath!

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