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silverfae9Saturday night Mark kept going "You're a total sex kitten. Don't you know that yet?" While it may be true that I was a kitten made entirely of sex getting my break down on in front of a bunch of strangers, today I'm all scrunched up, under caffeinated, and sleepy. This is the samantha I know best.
H, here's a list of things I wish people had told me before I moved here:
Seattle isn't just a different city in a different state on a different side of the country--it's a whole new planet. Seattleites know this, embrace it, and exploit it. Nothing important happens outside the city walls, unless it's something else that makes the president look dumbr than a dope smoking tree stump. (Often, admitting to being from Florida will elicit sympathetic cancer victim gasps and you-poor-thing pats on the back.) Whereas in St. Augustine going up to Jacksonville for the evening is no big thing, telling someone in Seattle that you're off to Kirkland for an afternoon is roughly the same as telling them you're going to shave your head and move to Outer Mongolia to teach Chinese to llamas. Going to Portland or San Fransisco is fine, or to the wilderness for a vacation--anywhere else and you must be, in some sense, kidding.
Seattle residents have a reputation for being friendly but standoffish. This is because they are. It's been rather difficult to get used to, given our way of being everyone's best buddy after 10 minutes. However, they're pretty uppity about it and will set out to prove you wrong if you bring it up. These days, I almost miss spending way too much time at home. Almost.
There are three different types of homeless people in Seattle. The ones downtown tend to be earnestly panhandling--they really do want your money. On Capitol Hill they're usually crazy, on meth, or both--colorful and entertaining, but don't get too close. U-district homeless kids are generally homeless because mommy and daddy hate it. These are probably terribly crass overgeneralizations, but I don't care.
Food is a very serious subject here, which is kinda sad because most days I just want some fried chicken.
People read here, and often not in that pedantic "look what I'm reading" type way.
You know how in Florida "it's not the heat, it's the humidity?" Well here "it's a small town that looks like a big city." Cliches. I'm back to cliches again. They make the world go round.
Say, this is fun. I'll have to think about it some more.
H, here's a list of things I wish people had told me before I moved here:
Seattle isn't just a different city in a different state on a different side of the country--it's a whole new planet. Seattleites know this, embrace it, and exploit it. Nothing important happens outside the city walls, unless it's something else that makes the president look dumbr than a dope smoking tree stump. (Often, admitting to being from Florida will elicit sympathetic cancer victim gasps and you-poor-thing pats on the back.) Whereas in St. Augustine going up to Jacksonville for the evening is no big thing, telling someone in Seattle that you're off to Kirkland for an afternoon is roughly the same as telling them you're going to shave your head and move to Outer Mongolia to teach Chinese to llamas. Going to Portland or San Fransisco is fine, or to the wilderness for a vacation--anywhere else and you must be, in some sense, kidding.
Seattle residents have a reputation for being friendly but standoffish. This is because they are. It's been rather difficult to get used to, given our way of being everyone's best buddy after 10 minutes. However, they're pretty uppity about it and will set out to prove you wrong if you bring it up. These days, I almost miss spending way too much time at home. Almost.
There are three different types of homeless people in Seattle. The ones downtown tend to be earnestly panhandling--they really do want your money. On Capitol Hill they're usually crazy, on meth, or both--colorful and entertaining, but don't get too close. U-district homeless kids are generally homeless because mommy and daddy hate it. These are probably terribly crass overgeneralizations, but I don't care.
Food is a very serious subject here, which is kinda sad because most days I just want some fried chicken.
People read here, and often not in that pedantic "look what I'm reading" type way.
You know how in Florida "it's not the heat, it's the humidity?" Well here "it's a small town that looks like a big city." Cliches. I'm back to cliches again. They make the world go round.
Say, this is fun. I'll have to think about it some more.
