"Here we go!" I wanted to hyper link the fuck out of that quote, but because I am lazy and only a level 12 internets user, I was unable to. Sorry...
One of the many things I love about this city is how small it is, or maybe how small it seems to me now. It's part of the charm of Seattle. When I first moved here a little over 5 years ago this place seemed really huge and foreboding. I felt disconnected from everything , especially since I came from a small town in eastern Washington, where everyone knew how his or her dog was doing. This went on for about a year, but slowly the city started to unfold and then shrink. Until, one day I realized that I knew the names of more streets here, than I ever did in my home town. So began my quest for understanding of it's various areas and neighborhoods which brings me to last Friday night.
It was my co-workers last day, before he begins his new life with a far better organization, had invited me to go see his buddies band at a rather cool venue in the Fremont district. The band "Seaweedjack", the venue , High Dive. By the time I arrived Seaweedjack had already played their set which is too bad because they aren't that bad. I paid the 7 dollar cover charge anyway because my friend was still in there, and there were three other bands playing that night. One of which was "The Trucks", who I absolutely hate. They make that kind of chick rock that is supposed to be empowering in a funny/ironic way, but to me it just sounds like 4 women in their early 30's who don't know how to play their instruments and all secretly wish they were dudes. The worst part about the Trucks is that they are some sort of scenester band here, because they were able to win over a very elitist group of other scenesters in a very elitist bar on Capitol Hill, or so I've heard. Anyway, I recognize their sound the minute I start politely fighting my way through the crowd. I find my friend quickly because the High Dive is very quaint for a place that hosts bands and by quaint I mean smaller than the chance of us 'regular' people seeing a shot of Britney Spears pantie-less waist. Oh, wait...OK so it was an obvious joke, but would it have been funnier if I had written "smaller than Bob Dole's genitalia before Viagra"? No, because that joke would have been dated and way out of context, not to mention homo erotic in a very weird way.
So to get back to the story. There I am sitting in a bar, a very loud (but good) band by the name of "Shim" is rocking out. Due to the music, I was unable to hear anyone around me including my colleague. Which is where I get to the point. Fremont, is an extremely ideal neighborhood. It has great access to 2 of the major arteries of this city, which include I-5 and 99. Not to mention that it has excellent bay views of downtown including such as picturesque spots involving the renowned Space Needle. Fremont's bane however, is it's nightlife.
Fremont is where Frat doods and Sorority gurlz go when they are tired of getting hit in the head with skateboards (trucked) or want to feel more sophisticated. They do this by drinking 40 ouncers from a brown bag in a bar. That's what I call 'classy'! I realize that there are no 40's there, but you get the idea.
As I sat, I watched 4 girls get knocked over violently without excuse, 4 drinks get knocked over on tables around me and on me with zero apologies. This could all be chalked up to drunkeness and tight spaces. But when 4 or 5 people "throw bows" in less than an hour you might begin to wonder, not only about the human race, but why you are there in the first place.
I remained during the whole Shim set, because they continued to be quite excellent. Still, people were absolutely retarded in their behavior, which is a testament to the type of respect the people who frequent the Fremont area. Not to say that they are all a bunch of entitled fucks. Though they are.
The point is that I found 10 bucks the other day.
PS: My DVR just recorded "Prison Break" and "24". I haven't watched Prison Break in 8 months but from the previews that I saw tonight, with their shaved heads and what-not, I am sure not much time could have progressed.
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You sound troubled my friend. Well, here is a song that keep me going when I had troubles:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8721400160002742060&q=family+guy+rock+lobster
Yeah...you're gonna be ok.
Maybe pick up a couple 40s with that 10 bucks.
I had to drop Prison Break half-way through fall semester. It was sad, but I finally realized that it was like Groundhog's Day, but with conspiracy theories and super-intelligent convicts.
I'm glad that you're picking it back up, though. Dr. Sara is along for the ride, you know.
That's great about the ten bucks. That would make my life. With ten bucks, I could throw down an additional thirty to buy booze and not feel so bad.
If you went across the street to Norms they sell 40's of PBR in a brown paper bag. So really you werent that far off. Viva La Ballroom!
Thanks for the tip on the PBR 40s there Capn'Obvious.
I was recently trying to give advice to a new friend about where to live in Seattle. You have hit on the problem: every neighborhood has it´s ups and downs (or in some cases, just downs -- u district). I had suggested Capitol Hill, Freemont and Ballard to this new friend, but had to explain that the Hill is full of scenesters and and general pretenciousness, Freemont is full of frat boys trying to be less retarted frat boyish (but failing miserably) and Ballard is full of yuppie late 20 early 30 somethings who just want to make you feel that you don´t have your life together like they appear to (behind their oh so fake facade). That´s my rant on Seattle neighborhoods. I had an ungodly amount of time to give it, seeing as we were stuck on a bus at a mud slide. My loyalties still lie with the Hill because, despite the fact that the Cha Cha is perhaps the most pretenious place, they still serve 40´s of PBR. Dame you condos for taking over my shitty-in-a-lovely-way neighborhood. You will never be the same, Capitol Hill.
...says the girl who spent her last few months in Seattle living in a brand new condo!.. oh the irony. Love you Erin!
p.s. I'll take a neighborhood filled with condos, starbucks, and organic groceries any day over what used to be the central district (i.e. Dino's) or any neighborhood south of the west seattle bridge. It's called progress people... progress.
Actually dude, Erin pretty much hit the nail on the head.
Hey, that condo was not brand new and did not displace any classic neighborhood business or semi-historical buildings! There is a difference. And also, it is not called progress, it is called gentrification. There is also a difference there.
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