It started out as what was supposed to be a relaxing evening, hanging out and people watching. No where to be and no hurry to get there, The weather was pleasant so we looked for outdoor seating. I have to say, one of my few complaints of downtown is the lack of outdoor seating areas. Having one or two tables out front is a start but really doesn't cut it, we could do with more room.
Some day, we'll have Sunday streets, where maybe we'll close down Vine to cars, that's the dream anyhow. Once the streetcar is up and running that's something I'm going to pursue.
While txt'n and tweet'n little did we know what was in store for us later.
We got hungry and ran home for a quick bite before heading out again to discover a soggy door mat.
Turns out the washer discharge hose had popped out of the drain. luckily or not, it is what it is, the water never made it to the carpeted bedroom instead finding a low point in a storage area with an unfinished floor which drained the water down the inside of a wall to the floor below. Four days later, dehumidifiers and industrial fans running non stop the water was gone leaving some bubbled tape and some water spots.
I suggest if you haven't done it yet, zip tie your water discharge to a water line so you don't suffer through this too.
At least I was able to enjoy that Cuban cigar I brought back from Paris before everything went pear shaped.
I can not believe I didn't take one picture of all that equipment, I'm slipping.