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Current Mood: restless
My shoulders are sore. I don’t know why.
Last night, my flight in was delayed three hours. Straight to the hotel, barely any sleep.
Tonight I got lost. For nearly an hour. Driving around in new towns, man. I turned a corner and suddenly saw a monster that is apparently Mount Rainier. Looked like a backdrop in a Conan movie. It occurred to me that there is a lot about a lot that I don’t know.
I eventually found the Red Robin I was aiming at. Also ran across a Claim Jumper (that’s right bitches!), and a Stanford’s of all things! Yes Jared, Lala, Eryn, and Megan Elizabeth… as in the Stanford’s. Apparently it’s a chain, and one exists in some nameless suburb of Seattle.
All these trees make me almost want to listen to Jared’s hippy music. But not quite.
Leaving California is, at least in some ways, entertaining. I look around and see all these young people trying to act hard, or maybe dress indie. But it’s not quite right. It’s like when Europeans or the Japanese do it. It’s like some dilution of American pop culture… close, but a little off. It’s like they have a broken radio signal piped in from L.A. and N.Y. telling them what it means to be “hip,” but they only get bits and pieces of it. It’s incomplete. It’s ridiculous. I recognize that my being from the Bay Area makes me feel superior to everyone I see here, which I’m coming to realize is a big and pathetic part of my life. I am OK with this lack of maturity for the time being.
These two weeks in Seattle came up out of nowhere, and I’m kinda fucked because it’s Jared’s last two weeks here. After hearing my sob story, my manager gave me the Friday before Jared leaves off of work, totally last minute. This is because my manager is a bad ass.
On a final and totally unrelated note, the other day, I saw a bumpersticker that said “What would Johnny Cash do?” I want it.