fuck it, I'm going to turn left anyway. I thought better of it though. So then I went down Eastlake, and a sign said to take Fairview. So I go to Fairview, and it's blocked off with a motorcycle cop. Now I'm getting really irritated. But I can finally take a left 9th. But after a block, 9th was closed, so we had to take a left onto Mercer, and then onto I-5. At this point I called the cops and complained about the routing because it appears to me that there were only two ways to get to Capitol Hill from my location. Drive north and go through the University District and then south on 23rd, including an asinine detour that featured a turn so sharp only a gerbil could make it without scraping. Or drive south on I-5, get off on 4th, and then go up Jackson. The latter way is what I eventually did.
Anyway, if you ran in the marathon today, you got totally soaked by the rain. You deserve it for making it so I couldn't get to Capitol Hill without my serenity.