Oh, Wonders of Wonders
So, yesterday was AMAZING. It started out with me being moody and cranky, and ended in total outside craziness.
So, I volunteed for Seattle Weekly at Bumbershoot. I figured, hey why not? May be fun, and I get a free day pass. Thus, I hopped on the 101 and settled back for a nice uneventful ride into the city. Only, that was not to be.
At the MLK stop, a crazy guy got on. Not only did the people that got in with him move directly to the back, they were snickering. This was my first clue the guy may be crazy. The second was that he started yelling the minute the bus started moving again. This was not helped by the fact he was drinking from a brown paper bag, and sounded almost exactly like Chappelle's crack addict character.
So, I did what you normally do when a crazy person is on the bus and hasn't gotten violent: I turned my CD player up, and gave out 'I am not here' vibes. Only thing worse than a drunk crazy person on the bus is them focusing their attention on you. Which is what this guy did to this group of younger guys heading to the Huskies game. He yelled, talked to people, and then started swinging on the bars near the accordian section of the bus. While we were cruising down I-5. Thus, when we hit Busway and Spokane, the driver told us we would be there for a little while. The guy realized that the police had been called, so he got off the bus, accompanied by calls of 'You better run man!' from the guys in the back. It took a few minutes, but we were back underway.
When I hit Seattle Center, after some lucky accidental bus finangling, and got into Bumbershoot without any problems. Ate some lunch, wandered around, got lost, and then found the tent I was volunteering at. I had a blast! My job was to take photos of people in our Apes on a Stage backdrop. It was fun, and people really loved it. I also was in charge of making sure people signed the legal waiver thingie, and passed out Happy Hour guides. The two hours passed by extrememly fast, and I felt great.
After my volunteering was done, I got in line for Hawthorne Heights. The wait was nice, I got a good seat on the bleachers, and a great view of the crowd. I figured moshing would not be all that fun alone, especially with a backpack. So, I watched from afar, and enjoyed the show immensely. I couldn't understand how so many older people and families with young children managed to go to the show though. Plenty slipped out when the lead singer yelled, "Fuck yeah!" after the first song, and every song after. Then he yelled "God Bless America!" after he congratulated the crowd on being better than European audiences. Which made things hilarious.
My only problem with the performance is that the lead singer of Hawthorne Heights has too wholesome a voice. He sounded like a high school glee club member. That and he kept telling the crowd what to do. It was always, "Dance!" or, "Sing with me!". I personally like doing what I want at a concert, but the kids down in the pit seemed to be happy to follow their commands. It made me really wish I lived closer, and had volunteered to do Sunday too. Kanye West is going to be AWESOME. *envys those that are volunteering/going today*
After the concert, I went to Pesos and had a really good quesadilla with plenty of other bad dairy things. SO GOOD. It was a mistake to go alone, as I was set in the middle of a huge crowd of groups, but it was still good food at a cheap price. (Quesdillas count as a tapas.) Mom and Dad called around then, and offered a ride home. Which I took.
Took the 13 down to Westlake, and saw the most wonderful T-shirt as I was crossing the street. It was a red shirt a woman had on, with a white covered wagon on the front. The words under the wagon read, "You have died of dysentery". If any of you have played Oregon Trail, you know how wonderful this shirt was.
Then, there were the people preaching on the corner. They were yelling, hecklers were yelling. Then, one booming voice yelled, "HAIL SATAN!" Silence reigned over Pine and 4th for a full 30 seconds. For some reason, it was hilarious. I think because everyone seemed shocked someone had yelled that, and I was fully expecting it.
Thus was Saturday for me. Today has been a day of sleeping in and homemade cinnamon rolls. Jealous? You should be. Those things are delicious.
So, I volunteed for Seattle Weekly at Bumbershoot. I figured, hey why not? May be fun, and I get a free day pass. Thus, I hopped on the 101 and settled back for a nice uneventful ride into the city. Only, that was not to be.
At the MLK stop, a crazy guy got on. Not only did the people that got in with him move directly to the back, they were snickering. This was my first clue the guy may be crazy. The second was that he started yelling the minute the bus started moving again. This was not helped by the fact he was drinking from a brown paper bag, and sounded almost exactly like Chappelle's crack addict character.
So, I did what you normally do when a crazy person is on the bus and hasn't gotten violent: I turned my CD player up, and gave out 'I am not here' vibes. Only thing worse than a drunk crazy person on the bus is them focusing their attention on you. Which is what this guy did to this group of younger guys heading to the Huskies game. He yelled, talked to people, and then started swinging on the bars near the accordian section of the bus. While we were cruising down I-5. Thus, when we hit Busway and Spokane, the driver told us we would be there for a little while. The guy realized that the police had been called, so he got off the bus, accompanied by calls of 'You better run man!' from the guys in the back. It took a few minutes, but we were back underway.
When I hit Seattle Center, after some lucky accidental bus finangling, and got into Bumbershoot without any problems. Ate some lunch, wandered around, got lost, and then found the tent I was volunteering at. I had a blast! My job was to take photos of people in our Apes on a Stage backdrop. It was fun, and people really loved it. I also was in charge of making sure people signed the legal waiver thingie, and passed out Happy Hour guides. The two hours passed by extrememly fast, and I felt great.
After my volunteering was done, I got in line for Hawthorne Heights. The wait was nice, I got a good seat on the bleachers, and a great view of the crowd. I figured moshing would not be all that fun alone, especially with a backpack. So, I watched from afar, and enjoyed the show immensely. I couldn't understand how so many older people and families with young children managed to go to the show though. Plenty slipped out when the lead singer yelled, "Fuck yeah!" after the first song, and every song after. Then he yelled "God Bless America!" after he congratulated the crowd on being better than European audiences. Which made things hilarious.
My only problem with the performance is that the lead singer of Hawthorne Heights has too wholesome a voice. He sounded like a high school glee club member. That and he kept telling the crowd what to do. It was always, "Dance!" or, "Sing with me!". I personally like doing what I want at a concert, but the kids down in the pit seemed to be happy to follow their commands. It made me really wish I lived closer, and had volunteered to do Sunday too. Kanye West is going to be AWESOME. *envys those that are volunteering/going today*
After the concert, I went to Pesos and had a really good quesadilla with plenty of other bad dairy things. SO GOOD. It was a mistake to go alone, as I was set in the middle of a huge crowd of groups, but it was still good food at a cheap price. (Quesdillas count as a tapas.) Mom and Dad called around then, and offered a ride home. Which I took.
Took the 13 down to Westlake, and saw the most wonderful T-shirt as I was crossing the street. It was a red shirt a woman had on, with a white covered wagon on the front. The words under the wagon read, "You have died of dysentery". If any of you have played Oregon Trail, you know how wonderful this shirt was.
Then, there were the people preaching on the corner. They were yelling, hecklers were yelling. Then, one booming voice yelled, "HAIL SATAN!" Silence reigned over Pine and 4th for a full 30 seconds. For some reason, it was hilarious. I think because everyone seemed shocked someone had yelled that, and I was fully expecting it.
Thus was Saturday for me. Today has been a day of sleeping in and homemade cinnamon rolls. Jealous? You should be. Those things are delicious.