Yesterday I went to the CHBP for the first time in at least 5 years. I wouldn’t want to start off on a negative note so I won’t. I had an amazing time. It was fantastic. I didn’t lose anything, I didn’t drink so much that I couldn’t skate home, I only spent $80 for the whole day, which is pretty good for a big event.
Now for a little negative. I stopped going years ago because it is pricey. I stopped going years ago because hip hop had really taken a nose dive, and I didn’t like trance-dancing to dubstep (now I do though O.o <=weird). I stopped going, and didn’t miss it because the crowds were way too much, only the first two rows of people danced, and for real though, I was just tapped-out on the f’n scene on Capitol Hill.
I love Seattle. It’s the heart of my art. It’s the soul of my shoes. It’s the cloud in my mind. But sometimes I just need to go to different neighborhoods, or I start to dislike the good things.
Ballard is probably my neighborhood of choice now. I will forever love Georgetown, but it’s a little sleepy for me (maybe I just haven’t fallen in with the right people there?). Fremont is sexy, but it’s not the center of the universe. The big bang is always out in Belltown. I need to explore the CD. I went to The Hop Shop with some friends the other day for the first time, and it was totally chill and reasonable. But for real, when I want a good time, I always go to Shorty’s. It takes me back to places I’ve only read about, like pre-french revolution coffee shops. It’s the place where people go to drink like sailors, play games, talk everything from music to politics to dogwalking, and even though it looks tough, I’ve never seen anyone not-get-in because they were being themselves, smiling, and acting friendly to strangers.
And this brings me back around to the CHBP and the following White Party (a pre-burning-party). I got 86’d from two places I wanted to be for dancing too hard. I didn’t crash into anyone. I did fall over once or twice, but I didn’t make a mess or do any damage to myself or others. And yet, it took the bouncers all of 20 seconds to decide I was wasted, and not just pushing my limits. Two of the other bouncers actually apologized to me for having to 86 me, and quickly retrieved my items from coat check for me. One of them said that he thought it was so they could let more people in and get more money, since they already had mine.
In the end, I’m fine with the whole experience. I had a great skate home on a beautiful night. Or at least as great a skate as is possible in Seattle these days. This city, actually, maybe the whole world is prejudiced against skateboarders. I make the joke, Cyclists hate Cars, Cars hate Cyclists, Pedestrians fear both, but everyone loves Pedestrians (in Seattle that is), and nobody likes a skateboarder except another skateboarder, and skateboarders act like they don’t like anybody. But it’s just a front. It’s not a comment on logic, and it’s not to be taken seriously. Depending on people’s reaction to the joke, I can usually tell if they are in a good mood or not. There’s a lot of ways to disagree or agree with those statements.
Peace and love Seattle,
And a big middle finger to Chris the bouncer at the White Party who sent me packing before I was ready. I don’t think I’ll hurt his feelings saying that; he seems tough enough. But he obviously doesn’t go to festivals, or know how to breakdance, and he better not buy a skateboard. Punk ass ho. JK.
❤ #Seattle #Skate #Ballard