I’m in Colorado right now.
I’ve lived in Seattle long enough that when I leave, I realize what aspects of the culture I miss. One of the biggest aspects is the local restaurants and variety of food available in Seattle. For instance, I have a favorite Thai place in Kirkland, Japanese/Sushi place in Bellevue, and in Pioneer Square an Italian place, Irish pub, a Greek place, and Jimmy John’s. In Longmont and Boulder, I know where all the chain restaurant are and it’s just not the same.
One of the things I don’t have in Seattle is relatives and longtime friends. Don’t get me wrong — I’ve met a lot of awesome people and made some good friends in Seattle, but it’s not the same as hanging out w/ my best friend from 5th grade, seeing his wife, and meeting his first child.
The reason I came out here this trip is for a friend’s wedding. The bachelor part was on Wednesday night; only the groom got drunk so I’d say it was a success… other than groom feeling ill afterwards. Do not ever buy anyone a shot with pickle juice in it. And no, I didn’t buy it.
The wedding for Benjamin and Suzanne was yesterday afternoon. I had a fabulous time. Short ceremony, long reception. I got to dance with some beautiful ladies, talk to a lot of good friends from my post-college days in Boulder, and generally have a good time.
Among the most impressive things Benjamin and Suzanne built into the wedding was their first dance. It started out w/ a slow song that I was surprised they picked, but after 30 seconds the song skipped, the DJ looked like “oops,” but then Ben & Suzanne broke into some excellent choreography for Jump Jive ‘n’ Wail. Well played.
I got out there and danced. If you didn’t know me in college, you’d probably have no clue I know anything about dance. One benefit of living in Nebraska and being around my friends was picking up Country Swing and going to enough weddings that I learned how slow dance and also not care what people thought of how bad I danced the rest of the songs.
Props to Cora, Tracy, Jenny, Amy H., and all the other girls who danced w/ me during that time. I wouldn’t be the same without those dancing experiences in college. And thanks to the guys who taught me the few moves I do know.