I was in Seattle last night for a wonderful experience at the Richard Hugo House. It was lots of fun, but I couldn't help realizing how truly out of place I felt there. You could kinda tell I was from a small town.
First of all, I came to the realization that everyone in Seattle is a hipster. Just about everyone at the Hugo House- and even just walking around on the streets -was dressed so stylishly... Couple that with a love for poetry/the arts, and you've got yourself a hipster! It made me feel a little self-aware, and kind awestruck. (There was a young woman there with ridiculous high heels on that looked like they were stained glass windows, but they were SHOES! My mind was blown all over the walls)
Second, I came to the realization that I am afraid of people walking around Seattle's streets. God forbid it was a man, and if he had his hood up that skyrocketed his scary points. Automatically in my mind he was some kind of serial killer or something else unpleasant. My good friend John and I were holding on to each other very tightly, squealing like the girls we are every time we saw someone also stalking the streets of Seattle at night. (I suppose that makes us hypocrites... I wonder what two strange, seemingly paranoid, flaily-y girls must look like to the other people on the street) We were freaked out from the minute we parked the car. At least I was.
Maybe because right when we stepped out, Johnny turned to me and said, "Oh my God, there's a swastika on the post over there."
Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
Moriarty, I would have expected you to been quite comfortable in that environment, in fact, I'm surprised that you didn't run into any old friends. And John, I excepted diffidently from a hardened military doctor. -SH
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you all had fun at the Hugo House! Hahaha I'm beginning to think perspective on hipsters is relative to what's cool in your location. I wonder how many native Seattlites would have thought who you thought were hipsters were actually hipster. Then again, they are the artsy types and you know them :) and stained glass window shoes definitely sound hipster.
Well, you know me Shirley, I just get so jittery and excited. :D
ReplyDeleteI wish you could have come with us! Then we could have discussed Hiptster-dom together! Hm, you're probably right. Haha, the thought that someone in Seattle might imagine John and I as hipsters is a little hilarious. XD
Those shoes WERE hipster. I felt like a creeper ("I gave you my number~!") but I couldn't stop looking at them...
Hahaha indeed, we both know how incredibly plain and dull John's sense of style is. Must be from so many years in the military. The idea that someone would confuse John for hipster is almost unfathomable. I will give John's wardrobe props for being practical though. Also you are a creeper Jim, and you must stop sending me those ciphers I can't be bothered with them. -SH
ReplyDeleteI personally think that it was great because there was, in fact, no swastika on the post. :P
ReplyDeleteOh, and Shirley? You don't really understand the meaning of the word Hipster, do you? :P Hipsters are people who only like things that aren't popular, things that haven't gone mainstream. A popular hipster complaint is "I like (band name, clothing piece, or show) BEFORE it was cool!"
But nevermind that. I have another matter I'm afraid I need your help with.
The problem is, how can I stop my brother from having such a big head?
Send me your results once you manage to finish.
XD
Of course I knew that brother. It's not important anyway. I should probably just delete that information to make sure there is room for my next case anyway. Interesting! I've been having the exact same problem. So I'm afraid I can't be bothered to figure it out for you. You'll just have to figure that one out on your own. Though I know how terribly slow you are at solving your own cases. -SH
ReplyDeleteExcuse me ladies, I realize kitty has claws.
ReplyDeletePlease don't fight in the sanctity of my blog. :)