As I was getting on the plane to go to Seattle, waiting in line to get to my assigned seat, I overheard these two Seattle newbies behind me talk about their upcoming trip.
I wonder what Seattle is like bro [ …] Do you want to go to the strip club?
I was tempted to whip my head around and interject on their convo.
A St-rip Club?!? You’re going to Seattle for the first time… and you think… the strip club?!?
It surprised me that out of all the possible things one can look up to do in Seattle, someone would intentionally look up where to watch girls grind up and down a pole.
Then again, one look from my side-eye revealed that he was the girlfriendless type, not by choice, but by his lack of ability to compete in the dating world. His curly hair was a greasy mullet, his pudge and pimpled complexion told the story of a life that had spent a majority of the time eating French Fries while watching porn and getting high. He was the guy girls swiped left on a regular basis, the guy you ask your girls to save you from if they ever saw you approached by at a bar, the type of guy who went to Seattle, and out of all the millions of things to do while there, went to the strip clubs.
I admit to being wrong to first impressions, and I’m probably being a bit harsh coming to these perceptions based on a snippet of a conversation and how he looked, but at that moment my natural senses could not help but come to the conclusion of … Eww. Gross.
Now, if you would have asked me what to do in Seattle, I would’ve suggested places to eat, breweries to visit, and neighborhoods to get lost in. I would have given suggestions on the known and not so known touristy things to do, and warned you about traffic. A strip club would have never made it on my list
But hey, to each his own.
Then again, I never really do any of the touristy things when I go back to Seattle. While this last trip was a short one, it was jam packed with eating and seeing people. My good friends hosted this baby shower for me that was filled with good food and desserts, and we were surrounded by most of our close friends. It was perfect, so perfect that even Husband said it was perfect, which says a lot because he doesn’t do baby showers.. ever.
This past weekend made me think about how I used to always want to be that person with million friends, the one who knew everyone, but I’ve come to realize that there’s more love to be found in having a few close friends who genuinely care for you and know you and love you for who you are, than having a million acquaintances who don’t know you at all. The older I get, the more I’ve come to value my close friends, the ones who I’m not ashamed to talk to about the stupidest things or ask question others might find weird – including asking if it’s normal to pregnant pee, and think you’re done, but you’re not really done.
Some people spend a lifetime not have good people in their life, but I’m really blessed to have the ones that I got in mine.
Things I Like This Week:
ShareTea Bubble Tea There’s this bubble tea place that opened where my parents live in Washington that has really good bubble tea. When I went home for the weekend, I went to this bubble tea place 3 times in 3 days and got hot honey milk tea with Boba. .
Anyways that’s it, but I hope everyone has a great rest of their week. Now that I’m back home, I’m going to be in full nesting mode. Wish me luck. I’m painting these mountains and am trusting my artistic inner self to deliver something amazing.
Until next time….