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.