Silver bells, silver bells, it's Christmas time in the city...

And also it smells of weed. Like, a lot. I'm not sure if it's just from Occupy Seattle getting bored and wandering around or what, but whew! I wandered around downtown today, first going down to have lunch with Patrick and then walking him up to the Paramount for his rehearsal before heading back to Belltown, and 1st Ave is so barren now. All the tourists have buggered off for warmer climes, and it's great! You can actually walk down the street without getting crushed by people wearing fanny packs and taking stupid pictures of the Space Needle sticking out of their tongues. (Yes, this is a thing.)

Weed reek notwithstanding, I did get a picture of one thing I particularly enjoy this time of year. The Macy's star! This is so pretty. I love it. This is the same intersection where I sang carols last year.

In other news, Monkey totally forgot who Gurglepurr is and has spent the last 24 hours or so making hissyfaces at him. It's retarded, and he's just ignoring her. He was gone for one night, and now she thinks he's a whole different cat or some stupid thing. Not the brightest crayon in the box, is what I'm saying.

Have a fabulous weekend, everybody! I'm off to chill out with my delicious husband and a big pile of cats. Hopefully without the hissing. That just makes it sound like I'm cuddling with snakes, which is less comforting and more alarming.