Keep the Pacific Northwest Weird

I figured out last night why I like Olympia so much.  It’s weird.  Good weird.  The walls are covered with amazing murals, the bars and restaurants are a mixture of kitsch, nostalgia and hipster.  It is working class, industrial, but also artsy, green, alive.  In short, I like it.  And, did I mention I have an obsession with murals?  I even found myself navigating alleyways full of broken glass to find more, (it was safe, I promise).  Ironically, I expected Olympia to be less interesting, just a stop to make for the roller derby bout.

Speaking of which, those girls know how to have a good time.  Truthfully, I threw in the towel around 1AM and walked my grandma-self back to the hotel.  By that point, the Jersey Shore beats in the club we somehow ended up in were just a little too much for me.  I can only fist pump so many times before I lose interest.  I think I reached my lifetime limit.  And, while I was asked more than once if I had any tattoos, I managed to avoid getting any, which is an accomplishment given the abundance of establishments and my not-so-secret desire for one.

Today we are headed for Portland.  Instead of Keep Portland Weird, I think it should be Keep the Pacific Northwest Weird.  If it were not so darn overcast up here all the time, I would move in a heartbeat.  There is enough weird in the Pacific Northwest to keep me writing for a lifetime.

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2 thoughts on “Keep the Pacific Northwest Weird

  1. kingmidget says:

    I need to stop reading your dispatches from the Pacific Northwest. I want to live there and reading your posts makes it worse. After spending ten days in Oregon, most of it along the coast, a few years ago, I decided it’s where I need to spend at least a few years of my life at some point. And … well … Olympia, even though I probably haven’t been there since I was a child, holds a near and dear place in my heart. When I was a kid, my dad drank Olympia beer (It’s the Water!). I was frequently responsible for getting his beer for him when he got home from work. Let’s just say, at a very early age, I was also responsible for delivering it to him with a sip (nah, a gulp) removed before it reached his hand. Loved that first, ice cold taste. I’m thinking I need to head to Olympia even if the beer is now brewed in Milwaukee.

    • oliviaobryon says:

      I’ve often thought the Oregon coast would be the perfect writing hideaway– hope you make it happen! I bet you’d like Olympia now too, it has a lot of personality.

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