Swell

The day rolled away from its chilly foggy start, one of the marine push events we experience as penance from Poseidon for enjoying too many nice days in a row; it cleared up around noon, and inspired several walks and a little driving tour. By the time the sun was geting near the yardarm, I needed to head up to some friends' place for a quick pre-concert dinner. They had gotten tickets for Pink Martini, a wonderful group which has the personnel of a big band and a chanteuse with a terrific voice. The concert was on a big meadow at the Woodland Park Zoo, and people had been camping out for a couple of hours to get seats close to the stage. An advance member of our party staked out a good spot on an elevated portion of the meadow, so except for a bit on the encore when the red-garbed and large-derriered woman in front of us jumped up and treated us to her physical interpretation of "Brazil", we had a good view, albeit distant. There were lots of families, but the kids were pretty good overall; one little group near us quietly played cards while their moms listened to the show, and there were groups of little ones dancing, as well as some lone ones doing their arhythmic best. It was a perfect evening for an outdoor performance.