Things That Hurt for Two-Thousand

Uh, yeah…
Ran into Kristen this afternoon. The timing is sure interesting. Mary and I were over at the Ballard Market for their grand opening, and there she was, hanging out with some clown (J.P. Patches, to be precise). I went through the whole double-take routine. By the time Mary and I had finished having our picture taken with J.P., the recognition that it was really her had fallen in place, and (of course) I just had to go say hi.
The walk to the table where she was peddling J.P.’s books, tapes and Tees was significantly shorter than the path from table dancing at Dej