Just had a Bellingham-esque type night out in Spokane. Weird. I went out with Stacy and Hannah. We met at the Elk. I got full on a couple of pints of some stout or other (they were out of guiness) when this weird guy came to sit with us, hoping to "salvage" his night, then proceeded to drunkenly insult us for a half hour, basically telling us we were morons for being music majors and because we didn't know the entire history of Spokane. For a while, we thought he was joking, but then he kind of started getting honestly crazy. One MIGHT say passionate, but he was really being a jerk about it. First of all, he bought us all drinks, then proceeded to make us feel like idiots for having degrees in music. Newsflash, guy, i realize music is not really the most USEFUL degree, but you have to have a certain level of intelligence to graduate with honors with in music, even if it's not going to get you anywhere in life. So I got pretty pissed when he started calling us stupid. (which made NO sense to me...it seemed like he was trying to get into at least ONE of our pants, but then he continued to insult us...didn't really know what he was thinking). Stacy just laughed a lot, drunkenly, while Hannah tried to be nice, but when he started asking us if we knew about the ratio of people who live in the lower class to upper class in this town, I told him, "No, but I've got a pretty good idea about the ratio of people who actually have grown up in Spokane and know the town and the people to assholes from out of town who come in here with their corporate law degrees and think they're smarter than everyone else." I'm pretty sure he didn't want to get into my pants after that. "Oh, you're witty now," he says. "Where was that a half hour ago?"
I dunno, I guess i'd been too busy trying to ignore you so you'd leave us alone. Huh.
Good lord, men are idiots. And Stacy hit it right on the head when she said "Jen runs four miles a day because she hates men." I didn't even realize it, but I guess it's kind of true! I wish it didn't have to be.
We did have fun at the Satellite though. We ate french fries and drank vodka tonics, and chatted with the bartender who had deigned to talk to us in high school, although he'd been a football player (and we'd been lowly music nerds...pointless idiots according to the ass-clown at the Elk). Some guy asked us if we were going to the Boulevard, which is a total meat market. We did end up going to check it out, but left after about 7 minutes "6 of which were spent in the bathroom," according to Hannah. We did a quick back and forth sweep of the room, looking to see if there was anyone worth talking to. Stacy and Hannah didn't feel comfortable there. I could have stayed and watched the drunken mating rituals all night, people are so interesting, but we opted to leave right away. Good thing we didn't have to pay cover.
Outside the Lamp Post Tavern, which looks like something from the '60s, hannah ran into a guy she'd done some shows with at the Civic Theater here in Spokane. He is kinda old, and was thoroughly wasted, and proceeded to keep us there on the street corner for a good 20 minutes, talking about various shows and awards he's won, not to mention awards he SHOULD have won. It was entertaining. Running into random theater actors on the street had a very particular Bellingham feel to it...
So, all in all it was a good night, although I'm still feeling a little angry toward to self-righteous prig at the Elk, who may have had some legitimate things to say if he hadn't come across as the biggest f-head of all time...who also bought us drinks. Seriously, people are so weird and contradictory. Life would be so boring without them.
yesterday // life goes on
