Escaped Mom Diaries: Day Nine

What we were subject to last night, from some outdoor "musical" venue, twelve stories down.



Except there were no French horns (or whatever those are) playing any semblance of melody,
and the bass was so deep and so loud that it vibrated the windows (twelve stories up, mind you),
pounded on our rib cages, pulsed a pattern into our brains...
Until somewhere around 3 a.m.

And, look.  There's the Space Needle.
We are truly in Mordor.
Looking forward to getting back to the Shire.