I spent the day wandering around Bellevue and Redmond. I had lunch, tried to go to the bank but it was to crowded, saw another movie (Vertical Limits - very silly, but it kept me amused), a couple hours in a bookstore, and (since I didn't get a chance to do laundry) I also bought some new T-shirts. Then I went back to the bank and got my finances finished up for the next segment of my trip. After leaving the bank I realized I now had clean shirts, but was still out of clean underwear - so more shopping. I was meeting my friends Julian and Kandice on Capitol hill for dinner at seven so I decided to wait for traffic to thin out and found a coffee shop to sit and read in. At six fifteen I got on the freeway - only to find a parking lot. Apparently there was a stalled vehicle on the Seattle side of the bridge. Some of the worse traffic ever - two hours later I was looking for parking in Seattle - it should have been a 20-30 minute drive. Since I was so late I gave up looking for street parking and went into a lot. I considered not paying since it seemed unlikely that they'd check on a Friday night, but then decided it wasn't worth the risk and paid my $5. We had a couple beers and dinner then it was suddenly very late. I called Tim feeling very guilty about the hour and he and Amy where on their way to bed so I decided to spend the night at Julian and Kandice's place. Back at my car I found... a ticket! This really pisses me off, as I paid, but how can I prove it? I tried to call the number on the ticket, but it's a mobile number and the phone was not on. Pissed off I followed Kandice back to their place. Kandice went to bed while Julian, a friend of theirs, and I sat up talking.