I finally got to meet my friend Abbersnail from Bright Yellow World fame last night along with her main squeeze, the Horse Whisperer. What a treat! We basically talked each others ears off for three hours over yummy southern food.
We were coming back from Fuel, hot beverages in hand, when a guy standing on the sidewalk stopped us to ask us a question:
“If you had to choose between a perfect day in Hawaii and a perfect day in Seattle which would you choose?”
“You must be drunk.”
I wish I could accurately describe the conversation that then ensued between the three of us, this obvious drunk guy (Hi Frank Gilbert!) and some woman in a sexy black dress (she told me her name but maybe I was drunk (on water) because I can’t recall it). But it would involve me saying my real name and we all know that I don’t do that ’round these parts.
You see, not two minutes before in the coffee shop I had just told Abigail and HW about how people mispronounce my real name ALL the time and how I correct people now whereas when I was younger I just let it slide. It’s often mistaken for a more common shorter version (a name which I do not like one iota, so it’s like salt in the name-wound).
When I told the guy my name he mispronounced it. At least five times. He kept saying it over and over and shaking my hand each time. Drunk people amuse me.
Thanks to Frank and my inability to navigate the downtown streets of Seattle, Abby and HW got a real slice of Seattle. I hope the rest of their trip is full of colorful characters (like Frank & I), good coffee and at least one dount from Top Pot (be my donut eating proxy, please!).