Big Cheese

I just got back from Seattle. I did 4 hours and 16 minutes at the Yakima River Canyon Marathon, which I was very happy with. But although the marathon was in an awesome setting and it was another cool running experience, I come back to New York with my head full of fun images of Seattle and its cool people. Seattle very much seems stuck in the 1990s and I loved that decade so the town was very attractive to me. The people were nice but not overly nice and were dressed with tatoos and piercings all over. The bars and cafes are the best thing about the city. Cyclop was a highlight and luckily just under our hotel so we did it properly, ending the night talking to random people in the bar including giselle who spoke French and was crazy, the chef was had fougth in Iraq One and had live in Tortola and that other guy I don't remember the name who does VC and I gave my email address to for possible interviews (yeah right, that was funny). Shorty and its pinball machines was also pretty cool.
Anyway, it was also the 14th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death over the weekend so quite appropriate. We didn't go to Aberdeen but spent some time in Olympia visiting some friends.
Overall I loved it, including the microbrewery in Ellensburg even though I couldn't drink that day. I almost feel nostalgic being back in New York.
No crazy Angry Commuter stories out of Seattle. Both fligths were super smooth and we had exit rows right next to the exit of the plane, pretty convenient, except when people kept going to the bathroom and felt compeled to step on our feet to express jealousy at our great seats.
But this morning I felt thrown back straight into the Commuter Anger, although I tried to minimize it with memories of beautifully grey Seattle. A class of teenagers invaded the subway car I was in and obviously being Queens teens, they were pretty funny, taking pictures at each other, making out and rubbing against each other and being super loud. I even saw a piece of bob among them, he had been trapped. I called him to make sure he was ok and he was. I stole a kiss on the way out in Grand Central before making it to work.