We got out of Yellowstone early, as we had our last long drive to Seattle. We literally looked like 3 homeless women as we stumbled into McDonalds in our 8 layers of clothing(it was 43 degrees!), desperately needing coffee to prevent more head bobbing.(Katy said she was worried my neck was going to break off in the passenger seat at one point.)
Half way through the ride, we spotted a car with Florida plates. As it passed, the young woman in the passenger seat jubilantly waved to us in our fellow Florida plated car. Equally excited, Allie decided it would be a good idea to start a game of questions with the couple, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper in crayon, "Where in Florida?" and "Where are you headed?" Katy was horrified, unwilling to hold up the sign from the back seat, and ducking below her window as Allie plastered the paper to her own window, ferociously pointing it out to the driver. She got so verklempt with emotion when the young woman held up 2 signs answering our questions,that in her flustered state, she held up the same sign of "Where are you headed?" rather than the sign displaying the answers to her own questions. Embarrassing. It was seriously like being in face paced chase, with my eyes becoming so filled with tears from laughing so hard that I often lost sight of the road. We're pretty sure the couple thought we were either drunk or three giddy 10 year olds stuck in the bodies of 24 year olds.
After 12 hours in the car and our first encounter with traffic, we arrived in Seattle. We got a quick bite to eat at a fast paced Thai restaurant(Thanks, Dana!) right near the University of Portland, and were ready to experience the nightlife of Seattle. Little did we know what it had in store for us. Not having much time to do research on where specifically to go, we were advised to go out in Belltown and decided on an intriguing bar with live music. With somewhat of an older crowd, we were unwilling to start a tab and thought we'd just pay for a beer and peace. Right as we took our seats at a table entirely too close to the stage(Katy made us move from our original table selection because it was too drafty), a new band came on. Upon the start of their first song, a few old couples(or swingers?) got up and started dancing and twirling wildly a few feet within our table. That was the exact confidence booster that the awkward, scarfed fellow sitting behind us needed to come up to our table and ask, with all too many eyebrow raises, if any of us would dance with him. Feeling put on the spot, and obviously not drunk enough, we bashfully refused with no words, but only several awkward shoulder bobs and glances at eachother. With the whole bar looking on with pity at the dejected fellow, the lead singer, with the head to body ratio similar to that of a bobble head, quickly got on us. Upon finishing his song, he began what we like to call our roast of the night. Splayed at the start and end of each song, he kept shooting sly comments at the "3 shy girls" saying how he respected the guy for having the balls to come up to us and basically making us look like cold schmucks to the rest of the bargoers. He came within inches of Allie, playing his guitar so violently and close to her head that I was sure she could feel his ginger tufts of hair brushing her face. I won't even go into how awkward our reaction to that was, but basically it consisted of our red faces glancing back and forth at eachother every fraction of a second. Getting irritated at his playful jabs, Katy finally shouted out "WE'RE JUST NOT GOOD DANCERS!" to which the band found even more unacceptable. We knew it was bad when the gawky, long ponytailed, unwilling to open his eyes bassist in black jeans started getting in on it. I desperately wanted to get out of there, but we knew if we got up, the whole bar might start throwing tomatoes or crumpled pieces of paper at our faces. The lead singer followed Katy to the bathroom in one last attempt to get her to dance. He soon after came up to me and Allie, again invading our personal face space, letting us know that Katy had pulled him in the bathroom and that he was only kidding with us for the whole night and appreciated our attendance. As soon as KK came back, we quickly devised a plan about the precise time to get up and leave. As we did, mid song, the singer was able to incorporate "ladies, where are you going?" into his lyrics. With one awkward lookback and a kiss blown by Katy, we jetted out of there to another bar. And there ended hopefully our once in a lifetime roast.
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