The performance was pretty good, albeit riddled with some technical difficulties; you could tell there were issues with their singing even with an untrained ear. Still, they performed admirably given the technical difficulties experienced, so there was that. I recognized a grand total of nine songs--half of which were in their last "song" which was a conglomeration of about eight or so theme tunes from various shows/films.
Was nice to attend and I did enjoy it. After that came pizza. There, I had the misfortune of lacking depth perception--specifically, I was walking on a concrete platform which was all fine and good and all. I need to take one, maybe two steps, before I would cross over a fence, and my focus was on that task.
I was entirely unaware there was a drop thanks to a stair step, so I stepped onto thin air essentially with weight. And while I landed on my feet just fine, I was balancing two pizzas in my hands, and I was thrown off-balance. My mother's pizza, I preserved. Mine, however, went splat on the ground.
...Lowered my standards and ate it anyway.
Well, most of it. Wind chill and just general Seattle weather made my urge to keep warm overwhelm my urge to finish eating, so I resolved to get inside, find my sister, and wait for my mom to finish. Me being me. I ended up utterly unable to locate my sister. Such that it was my mom with my sister (her having finished and met my sister) that managed to find me. (To be fair. I know my way around locations; they do not. So after we met up, they looked to me to find the way back to our car. But I absolutely SUCK at finding PEOPLE.)
Apparently there is a Radiohead concert at the Key Arena tonight (which we were literally right next to), explaining the absurdly high prices for parking (we went in, and a sign said $15 for event parking. We left, it said $30 for event parking, literally doubling its price for the event, though fortunately, we didn't have to pay that price), among the myriad of other things there. (I saw a soccer game on our way in on the nearby sports field, for instance.)
But anyway, on our way back, a strong gust of wind caught the paper plate my pizza was on...dropping it to the ground again.
Standards lowered...a second time.
I feel like there's about half a dozen things which happened while there that I am forgetting to talk about, but needless to say, it was a good trip. Of course, on the way back, I was backed into a bit of a corner. As a result, I'm anticipating doctor visits in my future. Plural. My mom asked me if I had bloody stools, and that's not something I felt like lying about. I had to talk her down from "insane panic about this being a really freakin' huge thing" and did successfully mitigate it down to a simple "you should have told us about this years ago so we could get it treated and save you the discomfort" chastising.
Basically, my digestive system has not been kind to me for at least ten years. Including about once or twice a month, bloody stools. If I were biologically female, there would potentially be an obvious culprit. But since I am not, then it is slightly more alarming. But it has been there since basically puberty, give or take. A thing not recent, which I've had for as long as I can think about such things. It's just. Not something you talk about, because it's a little bit of a squicky topic.
Still. All the same. My mom wants me to, at the very least. Start taking a specific supplement (Metamucil I think?) and drinking more water. (Which I used to drink a ton of as a kid to the point where my mom was actually worried about just how much water I drank. I remember when I was younger that I had glass after glass after glass after glass, but some time later I got out of the habit. Ironically, I think it was around when I started doing sports, actually, that I got out of the habit of drinking water constantly. That's backwards from what you'd think, but my schedule changed such that I was now away from home more than I was at home at that time, and I drank water at home and almost never away from home in part because of me loathing public restrooms even back then, so.)
Other interesting trivia, I got battle scars on my left hand from a kitten-induced incident. Playing with a toy she was particularly interested in is good for her, of course, but said toy is incredibly small--so instead of having an arm's length or so between the surface she's aiming for (and mind you, her aim sucks), there's...less than a hand's width.
Fortunately, I had three things going for me. One, she wasn't aiming for me, so she didn't intend to deliver any damage. Two, when she's playing (even with a toy), her claws aren't out as much as when she's actually intending to cause harm. And three, I have a naturally high tolerance to pain, so it doesn't do anything more than occasionally sting a little.
Soyeah. That's about my day so far, and to think. It's only about half-over.