Is it possible to stand yourself up for a date?
When you show up Sunday afternoon for your fancy massage at the fancy spa and then learn you accidentally booked it for Tuesday, how do you make up for it?
The Anacortes Art Festival was in full swing, so of course I went out in search of food first (the culinary arts are a thing, right?).
There was nothing disappointing about finding Absolutely Nuts‘ stand (as if I could’ve ignored that mouthwatering cinnamon sugar smell). The coated pecans were basically a bagful of the best part of a pecan pie.
Fueled for the afternoon, I dove into the blocks and blocks of booths, reveling in the different interpretations of Pacific Northwest glory.
I loved stopping by the charming 6by6 Arts!
And just to stick it to any residual massage-sadness, I drowned my sorrows in a bowl of Gere-a-Deli’s berry cobbler.
I should mess up my day-dates more often.
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