after hanging out in portland the next day we drove up to seattle, where the show wasn’t exactly bad, but it was not fun. the onion flavored rings were excited about the show, because in the past their seattle shows had been nuts- dancing and crowd surfing in a basement i couldn’t even stand up in. unfortunately in the time since their last show, that scene got together a more legit venue with plenty of elbow room, a real sound system, big stage, and paper wristbands. in a packed basement you’re kind of always getting jostled a little bit, and you’re already a little uncomfortable, you’re almost already dancing. this place was big enough that that did not happen, and the stage provided ample separation so you could just stand there in the crowd and text and (presumably) not feel like an asshole about it. to get a little philosophical, the place was comfortable enough that no one felt the thrill of something that might not last a long time. it wasn’t bad per se, just not fun. so, if a waste of time is bad, then it was bad. couldn’t find sibs (sorry sibs, when i tried to call i learned that i had only your old number!) so we drove to olympia right after the show.
people kept telling me that olympia was bleak, but i thought it was pretty nice. we walked around all day pointing at turds, and even got heckled by a panhandler who maybe thought he was closing our minds by yelling “hey nice uniforms”. but… they are nice uniforms! “regular” pants, plaid shirts, hooded sweatshirts. practical and solid. plaid shirts affirm our unity with mike watt. the show that night was in a basement, pretty fun. some college kids were there bragging about what they said to a cop when their fake IDs were confiscated, a wasted dude who turned out to be