The Downtown Primer

Posted in Downtown, Primers with tags , on February 6, 2009 by jessejb

 Welcome to Downtown: “Open 9:00am-6:00pm Mon.-Sat. Closed Sundays.”

Things Often Overheard Downtown: “Where’s Pike’s Place Market? Excuse me, sir, do you know where Pike’s Market is? Yeah, I’m looking for the Pike’s Street Market. That’s right, Pike’s Place Street Market. Pike’s Peak friggin Market. Where is it? Yeah, where they throw the fish.”

Neighborhood Custom: Counting cranes to fall asleep.

Neighborhood Fear: 3rd Avenue.

Proper Attire: Is it black?  Good.

Representative Food/Drink: The pan-Asian takeout food you settled for because you couldn’t find a pizza place that sold by the slice so you just had to settle for this place and now you don’t know if you want to eat it all because it’s probably, like, a million calories and it’s not that good anyways and…”

Major Export: Mediocre street music. “The guy is playing DRUMS on BUCKETS! How cool is that? Isn’t that amazing that everyday things can make music like that? Oh look there’s another street musician! This guy is using slightly different buckets AND glass bottles for his drums! Oh honey, look down on that corner: this drummer is using a BONGO that is so annoying that no one walkes within fifteen feet of him! Oh and over there is a sax player. Where does he think he is…New York?”

Statement That Will Get You a Date: “Cosmo?”

Don’t Bring Up: Mass transit.

The Drawbacks to Thursday Becoming the New Friday

Posted in Nightlife on February 4, 2009 by jessejb

Thursday has been the new Friday for at least two years now.  It’s all well and good, but I think the natural laws of energy are at play here.  You can’t just add a new party night and expect everything to stay the same.  And because of this, Saturdays are really starting to suck.

You might have noticed lately that people increasingly can’t wait to get the week over with.  They wish it were Friday all week.   By Thursday no one else can stand to wait any longer and go out anyways.  This leads to nights out on Thursday and again on Friday.

By Saturday, everyone is “sooooo tired” and just “wanting to chill tonight.”  The nightlife scene on Saturday has turned pretty bland because of this.   You can’t just create Thursday’s new energy from nothing.  It has to come from somewhere.

Holy shit.  Saturday is the new Sunday.

Belltown: “Come for the Sugary, Expensive Drinks. Stay for the Fights at Last Call.”

Posted in Belltown, Primers with tags , , , on February 4, 2009 by jessejb

Here’s the first post of a series of neighborhood primers.  These will be helpful in navagating different Seattle ‘hoods.  Enjoy.

Looks like you took a wrong turn at Westlake. Now see if you survive!

Things Commonly Overheard in Belltown:

Gunshots, Jeager bombs, collar popping.

Collective Neighborhood Fear:

1. Books.
2. The ability to feel feelings.

Subjects Not to Bring Up:

1. Your bus pass.
2. That your cell phone is the ’07 model.

Proper Belltown Attire:

Like Pioneer Square but with more hair gel, soaked in Hugo Boss cologne and looking increasingly like a junior sales rep from T-Mobile.

Belltown’s Major Export:

Possible fatal stab wounds acquired in or in front of Venom.

Neighborhood Custom:

Spending your entire paycheck in one night on a stretch Hummer rental, three crappy mojitos, 4 cover charges, a hot dog from a street vendor and those drinks for that girl that ditched you for the guy with the Ed Hardy tee.

Statement That Will Get You a Date in Belltown:

“Word, I’m a junior VP. Wanna slam some lemon drops? Now, where did I put my I-Phone? Oh it’s next to my BMW keys which are connected to my keys to my expensive apartment in Kirkland which are buried deep in the pockets of my True Religion jeans.”

Your Guide to City Sidewalk Hazards

Posted in tourists on December 12, 2008 by jessejb

There’s no way to stop it. Many of the tourists and out of towners are the worst thing to happen to Seattle sidewalks since pee. Sure, we like them here (well, not the pee). By all means, spend your money. All of it. But damn…learn to walk, you ball-capped, Ugg-footed IHOP monkeys. We have business to do.

Important business.

They walk slow.  Like they don’t even care that they’re about to miss the Nickelback concert they drove down here for.  They clump into groups and make everyone squeeze by them.  It brings back memories of the halls in high school except with more drugs around and instead of getting “canned” you step on used syringes.

Hey, I mean, they’re just going to get into their car to head back to Newcastle and yell the same stuff to you that youre thinking about yelling at them. They’re just getting their revenge.

Anywaysssss…here’s a nice little field guide with some common sidewalk types you should look out for.  Because sidewalk accidents make you lose, like 10,000 cool points:

The Gawker

No, “The Gawker” is not a snarky Manhattan based gossip website. The Gawker is in complete awe of everything he’s seeing today. “Look at that! Now look at that! Oh! Look how tall that building is! Hey that building wasn’t here last time! Hey theres that market with the salmons!”

This guy just said all these stupid things in the middle of the sidewalk but only managed to take like ten steps. The steps of a small insect. Because the sidewalk is his personal observation deck. Beware of this one. He’s the kind of guy that’s the last to cover his head when someone yells “heads up!”

The Kamikaze

This genius is a bit like the Gawker except he is walking at ludicrous speed. Extra points if he’s swerving. He’s hauling it down the sidewalk WHILE hes gawking. This is a dangerous person to meet on a sidewalk. He’s like a six year old on ecstasy driving a car through Disneyland.

The One-Man Group

Somehow as if by some miraculous act of God, this guy is actually managing to take up the entire sidewalk by himself. The sidewalk is about 6 to 15 feet wide (I think) but no matter which side you go to pass him, he will move to that side. You just give up after a while and slow do to “snail pace” like he wants you to do.  How does he know you’re there?  Is he using a very tiny rear-view mirror? What is he trying to make you late for? These are truly vexing questions that you will learn when you are ready to accept them.

The Street Sweeper

This is not a one man operation. This requires stupidity in numbers. Like Tacoma. This line formation usually consists of the “girlfriends” in the middle with the guys on the fringes looking bored. They own the sidewalk with their quick moving line that wipes out anything in its path. They look like a cold front made out of obliviousness instead of clouds. Everyone in their path will be destroyed. Just duck and cover if its too late to get out of their way. It worked for the NYC subway hero.

The Mothership w/Missile

This is another group effort. From afar they are a stationary group of about 5 or 6 people, standing to the side. No problem. But don’t get too comfortable because one of them has something up his sleeve. He’s going to dart out backwards right into you when you’re walking by, most likely after one of them says something “funny” and he will take those fateful steps backwards probably yelling something overly-intelligent like “OHHHHHHH!!!!” …and you will be screwed if you don’t have good reflexes. If its icey out, you and him will become one.

The Button Hook

Like the offensive football play, this one is tricky. You don’t see it coming. This is the idiot that is walking in front of you and decides he wants to go back the other way. He’ll pull a pivot and slam right into you. Theres not much you can do about this one.  Just hope its a supermodel in front of you and not some fat guy from Cleveland in a tank top. That would require a chemical shower.

The Impenetrable Ring of Death

You are not allowed to walk through them. You must go around, possibly causing you death-by-taxi. This formation is when 10 suburbanites get in a nine foot wide circle taking up the entire width of the sidewalk so they can talk about how much they just ate at the Cheesecake Factory. Maybe they wouldn’t be so much of a roadblock if they didn’t eat there.

The Friggin’ Kids

Seriously, you kids. What are you always chasing that always ends up being under my feet no matter what? Are you on an obstacle course where the directions read “Step 4: run into some legs”?

The Flyin’ Blind

This is every tourist ever. They need some props to pull this one off. You need a bouquet of flowers from Pike Place Market in front of your face. Then you walk. Just walk in a straight line. The world is your stupid oyster. This person is probably walking like Captain Hook told them to walk the plank but gave them some flowers as a parting gift. Except they don’t get eaten by sharks. Although they would if you turned them around and led them to the waterfront.

The Where the **** Did You Come From?

This one is certainly a dangerous pedestrian. This is the idiot that took 5 tries to pass his driving test because he didnt look both ways before pulling onto the road. Except now he’s doing it as he’s walking out of Urban Outfitters at light speed, ready to take down the world. And you. It will be a horrible explosion of cheap Nike Dunks and crappy overpriced tee shirts if you run into him.

The Pilot Post: So You Moved to Seattle…

Posted in Uncategorized on December 12, 2008 by jessejb

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Good.

Now you’re more important that everyone for at least 1,000 miles in any direction.  You’re in the most underrated major city in the country.  The one that is silently running everyone’s life from coast to coast as they type on their Microsoft software in their Boeing jet planes while using their T-Mobile phone.  So naturally, by default, we are super important too.

Bellevue wishes they were us. And their buildings are short and boring.  And you know what they say about cities with short buildings… Actually, have you ever taken a “Bellevue baller” (you know what I mean) and walked him to a real alley in the middle of the night, spun him around 15 times and sent him on his way?  He’ll be more uncomfortable than a Baptist on a brewery tour.

Tacoma and Everett…well I won’t even touch them.  That’s like punching a kid who’s wearing glasses.

Seattlites: we have it all.

You may recognize the snark and generally amazing writing from my former blog with the Seattle PI (Urban Exile) that I actually shut down.  Its hard to compete with “Debbie and Her Three Hundred Cats Blog,” “I Use Video Games to Preserve My Virginity” and “Omifukngawd I’m So Rich and Heres Where I Shop Blog” so naturally I moved here.  That and there’s like, what, one good downtown blog.  It’s not that we aren’t writers.  It’s more that we can’t concentrate on anything when there’s some asshole hippie with a bongo outside making everyone’s ears bleed.

So that’s it.

Stay tuned for more posts bashing Bellevue, bashing Snohomish County, bashing our grade-school street buskers, bashing NIMBYs, crappy street style, crappy condo restaurants and other time-wasting things people in Kent can’t even spell and things Seattlites are afraid to bring up.

Check back often.  Or at least every week.

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