||we rushed to catch the
northbound 49 on broadway, tryna
make it in time to
see a play
we got cheap front row seats to thanks to our
friend who designed
the set. sarah ran ahead while i got stuck in amber,
lingered in the languid
light of the
golden hour. we caught our bus, rode in back
as it drove down
the middle of two mountain ranges, pausing
stuck at slow intersection.
i took pictures of panoramic
dystopia from u.
bridge, prompting a
woman near us to turn around and say, "yes, it is so
sarah checked in at will call as i jogged
ahead to nearest bar to place our order.
we had a quarter hour and needed every
minute. the beer was good and the owner
popped up like a giant leprechaun to tell
us we were in seattle's
original brew pub.
lady was amazing. it' pretty
much a one-woman show but the stage
swarms with spirits channeled in rapid succession by
till i swore i was seeing double. you could
almost smell the smoke curling off her imaginary
at intermission we dashed back to the bar, had a
apple cider that tasted like crunching through crisp
on the bus ride home, no one wanted to move the
mysteriously on a seat but i did and people laughed
when i put it
to my ear and said, "hello?" could a career in
showbiz be next?