Bec & G Do Seattle

Scene: Saturday night, downtown Seattle.

After I got off work at the gyro shop, I picked up Bec and we met Andrew and Amanda down at Pier 70 for the last hour of Hempfest. On the way in, Becca was looking into cars going 'yep, they're going to hempfest. Nope, they're wearing suits, they're NOT going to hempfest.' There was a totally good vibe from those attending, you can be sure. Their eyes were red and slitted, and most of them were smiling and listening to a lovely form of music I adore and will refer to as 'stonerific.' We didn't get to hear many bands, but we saw a lot of dirty hippies, to the adoration of my sister. The four of us spent most of that time looking for Andrew's lost Uncle John in the crowds. We never did find him, but we know he went off with a hooker named Latisha or Lafawnda. Yeah. We made that up.

So, after we got booted out of 'fest due to closing, we walked down the waterfront to Zaina, which is on Cherry & First. Amanda and Andrew had been walking a lot, in the sun, sweating, and both had chaffed their, ahem, parts, so walking along was slow, as they were both doing a kind of duck waddle type stroll. Hilarious. Next time you see Andrew, ask how is nuts are, or 'perineum' to be specific. Amanda might still be able to have children. We're not sure.

At Zaina we smoked hookah until we were all buzzed as crap, lauging about nothing and talking to strangers, all of us blowing around sweet smelling smoke. I freaking love that place. Arabic and R&B music, multiethnicities all co-mingling in one relaxed and comfortable location with hookahs. What could be better? Well, it would be better if we could smoke things other than shisha, but who's complaining? I love shisha. After we all agreed the hookah was smoked out, and we wanted to move on, we took a cab to Chop Suey, which was on 14th and Madison, to meet up with Andrew's friends from hempfest.

Chop Suey was freaking awesome. I'm gonna have to go back. Wisdom, Ras Attitude and another guy I can't remember his name rocked us a killer show. Rap/R&B with a regge quality to a latin/arabic-esque beats. Very cool. 'Manda and I shook our asses while Bec and Andrew just kind of chilled. She was kinda trippin' due to some special cookies from the 'fest, but I was just chillin', feelin' the music and having a good time shakin' my ass. Its just how I roll. Becca saw and almost-knife-fight happen when she was outside on the corner struttin' her stuff tryin' to pick up tricks... okay she was actually cooling off 'cause it was like a sweaty oven inside.

However, that was a slightly twisted highlight.

When we decided it was pass-out time we took a scary cab ride back to our cars over on 1st and Denny and split up and went home. However, Becca and I were almost made hood ornaments on a cop car who flipped his shit on and scared the crap out of us as we were crossing the street to our car. We later learned that he was in a hurry to get to a shooting, which we also managed to see.

There were bodies on the ground, at least a dozen cop cars (I swear to God!), three firetrucks, two ambulances and lots of people milling around. We pulled up just as they were putting the tape up, and got rerouted around the block. Ya know, I try hard not to discriminate, but there were a ton of black men there, all looking pretty fucking intimidating to Bec and I. So, we got rerouted again and had to drive by again, only to see blood and guns where the bodies had been. Yay for us.

Because we were rerouted, OR because it was almost 3:00 AM, we got a little, okay, LONG-ASS tour of parts of Seattle that we hadn't seen much of before. (For all you dumbasses who don't know what that means... we got lost.) It took us quite some time to find the freeway, as I'd make a decision which way to turn, then she'd tell me which way to turn, and then we were just driving around, exactly the way we'd come, giggling madly and listening to 103.7, the late night station for old hippies, stoners and clubbers like us. Eventually we made it to 520 and safely arrived home. We ate some leftover gyros (so freaking good cold when you're hungry!) and called it a night.

What can I say? We know how to have a good time, us Spiller girls. Thank you downtown Seattle for a lovely Saturday night.