The staycation continues with the Moisture Festival. It's hard to describe the Moisture Festival to those who have not gone, how to explain that we watched five guys play air guitar, and they were great? The Moisture Festival is a modern day very Seattle vaudeville show performed in a beer warehouse. We saw aerialists with angst, jugglers, magicians with the corniest jokes this side of the 1950's, and the aforementioned air guitarists who also did kungfu fighting in slow motion, which was brilliant.

At the intermission David started whining that he wanted to go home. What he meant to say, and I'm sure in a super polite voice, was he was hungry and the loud music was bothering his ears. We gave him a bar and some earplugs, and he left the event raving about how wonderful it was.

David actually said please and thank you and used a very nice voice in the last half hour. I'm trying to count those moments and not focus on how whining makes the most innocuous of questions offensive.