Sunny afternoons

Time to let it all hang out

Hillcats calling dibs

Cherry blooms (or plum?)

Fluttering flakes, pink and white

February snow

Cap Hill Vision times

The first part of your eye test

Is at the front door

3 bedroom, 2 bath

Granite counters, lots of light

Dog fantasy yard

Resting, a rare find

Bright blue ‘brid, dog hair on seat

Girlfriend gets around

The talk of the hill

Cute, young 43 driver

“Hold on, here we go!”

For our Mother’s Day brunch (without our mothers), my companion and I decided to visit Smith.  To our vegetarian surprise, the delicious veggie omelette was no longer on the menu!  Craving eggs and hashbrowns, we quickly paid for our coffees and left.  Coincidentally, this was the second Capitol Hill restaurant I abandoned this week.  On Thursday, I left Than Brothers on Thursday after waiting 25 minutes for veggie pho.  After being told “it was on its way!” at least 3 times, I finally gave up when I heard a server admit to another table that they were out of veggie broth.

I certainly don’t think that I have a constitutional right to a decent vegetarian dish at every restaurant, but I admit that I’m surprised by the neo-Capitol Hill trend of meat-centric menus.  Doesn’t it make business sense to offer at least one or two veggie entrees that are comparable in size and flavor to the meaty choices (e.g., Honey Hole, Annapurna, Bimbo’s)?

After an action packed dinner at Bimbo’s tonight — foie gras protesters at Quinn’s! — my crew headed up Pike to Madison.  One of my companions spotted a stray credit card on the ground and passed it to me.  Having had my own credit card stolen (and fraudulently used) before, I immediately called the number on the back of the card:

1) “Welcome to no-name phone banking!”  Navigated multiple menus, found human, gave credit card number, but “oh, that’s a debit card!  I need to transfer you.”

2) “Welcome to Chase!”  Navigated multiple menus, found human, gave debit card number, but “oh, that’s a Washington Mutual debit card!  I need to transfer you.”

3) Me: “NO.  I’m done.  Please tell WaMu that I will immediately cut up the card when I get home.  Good bye.”

So, if you are a woman who lost your WaMu debit card tonight on Madison, please know that it’s safely destroyed.  I’m sorry that I didn’t have the patience to follow through.  But you might want to consider getting a new bank.

This is the 3rd or 4th tour bus that has maneuvered around the traffic circle at 18th and Republican this morning.