Solstice-wise, the weekend was kind of a bust. I got caught in the rain twice, wasn't dressed warmly enough for the middle of June, and generally am not feeling this whole "summer" concept. Seeing old art car friends was great, as always, though I always feel sad when someone comes to Seattle during a time that ought to be exceptionally pleasant and they get handed something like Sunday's downpour.
shoutingboy, pack for next weekend by assuming the worst (short of a blizzard). 