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| - On a recent vacation, my man and I took a trip down to the ol' Oyster House so he could reminisce about his bachelor days in sunny AZ. I guess this was "the cool spot" when he was growing up... literally, the only cool spot... nothing like self-consciously hipsterized, bar-lined, alterna-culture Seattle, where we live now. This was a lot of fun for me.
1) I have never seen so many different kinds of bar flies in one place. In Seattle, having 10 million bars means that each one can serve its own perfectly isolated niche (e.g., bearded heavy metal knitting enthusiasts). I guess living in a town that mainly has tumbleweeds and meth to offer means that on Friday night, everybody looking to party ends up in the same place.... soccer moms, goths (really? still?), bros, and yes, hipsters, all gettin' wasty in their own corner of this sprawling bar.
2) Property is pretty cheap in AZ, I guess - this place is huge!! That was fun.
3) MMMmm I ate the hummus and pita it was delicious.
4) I can't believe how absurdly freaking cheap it is to drink in this town!! God, why'd I ever move to the Pacific Northwest? I shoulda moved to Tempe!! Oh wait... this would be the *only* place I'd ever go.
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