I spent my entire adolescence wishing I was a heroin-addict in Seattle, rather than a cider-drinker in rural north Wales. I liked Nirvana, Hole, dressing up like a little soldier, and shaving bits of hair off my head. That's just the kind of crazy, rebellious teenager that I was.
And I would've gone to Seattle back then, really, I would have. Only my mum wouldn't let me.
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I actually visiting Seattle right now too. It's a great city. Apparently one of the radio stations plays a song from Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Hole, or Soundgarden every hour.
ReplyDeleteI did not like Seattle, for which I completely blame Fodor's whose map bore no relationship whatsoever to what was actually there. Plus I stayed at a Comfort Inn (which is never a good move) across the corridor from the smelliest man in the entire world.
ReplyDeleteI got tremendously excited when I learned that Kurt Cobain was from Aberdeen, Washington. Somehow our shared city names made me feel closer to him. What an eejit I was.
ReplyDeleteFirst time reading your blog off of Google reader since you went to the US- the new banner is fabulous!
... Don't forget to visit the Fremont Troll!
ReplyDeleteSeattle is perhaps the only U.S. city I have ever longed to live in.
ReplyDeleteLike you my love for all things grunge attracted me to it; now I guess it's my addiction to coffee and my hatred of cold winters.
Have a great visit.
Don't worry Annie, the sun is actually still there, you just can't see it from Seattle (I think it's a law made by Bill Gates or something).
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a teenager I thought Seattle was pronounced 'Seetle'.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first went to Seattle I lived with a stripper who kept a pistol in her boot.
ReplyDeleteThis coupled with the rain and espresso made it just like Limerick really.
liked Nirvana, Hole, dressing up like a little soldier, and shaving bits of hair off my head."
ReplyDeleteGosh, I just used to think you were so cool. (And a tinsy bit scary.) Still think this trip you're on is amazing. You are my Welsh, red-haired superhero.
EW
You're still cool and a teensy bit scary, Annie. In a good way.
ReplyDeleteI was going to go to Seattle on my Honeymoon. I hope I'll get there one day. how are you finding it now?
Make sure you swing by the flying fish market...and it's numbers of floors of stuff...and a flying fish market.
ReplyDeleteI liked Seattle.
I'm having flashbacks...feel like I should throw on a pair of scuffed Docs and ripped jeans and hum Nirvana...
Annie Darling,
ReplyDeleteYou must must must go to Kate´s in Wallingford for happy hour, it lasts from 5-8, the food is fabu, and the local beers are ridiculously cheap. Claire can take you.
Make sure to eat steamer clams, smoked salmon and cream cheese peroski at the Pike Place Market, and drunken cheeseburgers at Dick's Drivethrough.
Then blog about it so I can experience it vicariously. With the way things are over here, I'm not going home for August after all...
Does anyone remember buying their first pair of docs (mine were maroon), and then as soon as you get home, you put them on and scuffed them up right away and got them dirty because they didn't look 'grunge' enough?
ReplyDeleteMy mom was sooo upset with me for dirtying up a brand new pair of very expensive boots.
But I looked cool.