I think this might be one of the reasons I love Seattle so much. The honest to god, true, variety of everything and the way it blends together. I could sit here and wax philosophical about the arts and diversity and blah blah blah. But I won't. Because naval gazing is not really my forte and it's besides the point. I just really like the unexpected. The new ideas and odd combinations of old ideas that make the world go forward. Seattle is a pretty good place to find that sort of thing.
A couple weeks ago Nick and I took a long weekend and made our way back to Washington to get our Pacific Northwest fix. We saw some friends. We drank enough coffee to keep a small nation wired for a week. We stopped by several of our old haunts. While walking down the main drag in our old neighborhood we noticed that a few new businesses had moved in. Naturally, I was offended that life could go on and things could change in my absence. How dare they? One these new spots was a Tea Room. I immediately decided we had to go.
Now when I say Tea Room, I do mean TEA ROOM. Nick and I had been walking around downtown all day. A friend that went with us was a wee bit hungover for the previous evening. Collectively, without even realizing what is happening, we walk into this:
That's right. Baby blue interior, toile everything, crystal and chandeliers out the yang and we are loud, windswept and in jeans. Believe me when I say where I live now, we would have gotten at least one disapproving look. However, in Seattle, amidst the crowd of bridal showers, baby showers, and middle aged women playing tea party, no one noticed us as out of place. Then, our waitress walks up. All in black, clearly as per management, but wearing a leopard print apron and donning some visible piercings and tattoos. The contrast between her appearance and the explosion of Victorian bric-a-brac was overwhelming and perfect. All three of us instantly fell at ease. We were still in Seattle, where you can come as you are and frequently strange bedfellows make the best couples. Love. That. City.
P.S. - See a few photos from around my old 'hood here.