I missed Seattle the most last spring, when I was in LA and it was already 75° and it started getting warmer and the air got milkier and bleah. I desperately missed Seattle’s frenetic springtime energy. Things are greener than you’ve ever seen, and the mole-like pasty-pale inhabitants are practically running down the street naked with glee.

I spent all afternoon today at what one longtime Capitol Hill resident calls “Gay Boy Lawn” at Volunteer Park. I love that lawn. It’s one of my favorite places to be when it’s sunny.

Today there were two Frisbee games, one badminton tourney, a capoeira group, an African dance crew, a dude with a bubble-blowing gun who was either high on acid or just sunshine (hard to tell the difference with Seattleites), one gymnast doing back flips, and one hooper (me).

I spent some time with a two-year-old who was cuter than cute. We played with my hoop together, and blew bubbles together, and when she grew enamored with the plastic flowers clipped in my hair, I took them off and clipped them in her hair instead. Her parents and I couldn’t stop cooing (SO CUTE!) and this little girl got so excited by it that she started doing this little boogie-dance that conveyed very clearly, “They think I’m cute! I am loved! Because I’m so cute! I’m so happy! I must boogie!” I think a trickle of blood dribbled out of my nose from my uterus straining so hard. BABY CRACK NO! GO ‘WAY! NOT YET!

Oh, and here’s my Blik Flok.