Nothing (temporarily--I'm talking 40 minutes) alleviates heartbreak like a change of scene. Thank goodness another Whittie was Seattle-bound this weekend. Now I get to sleep in my own bed for three whole nights, cuddle with my fat as shit cat, eat my dad's cooking, see Blitzen Trapper by myself (tonight at the Showbox at the Market), and generally bathe in nostalgia of earlier years. I am currently sitting in a mustard velour chair at Bedlam Coffee in Seattle. It is a beautiful space. It is one of those darling alternative coffee shops I have driven by daily for the past several years yet never had an excuse to stop in. Well today, I did. Madame Bovary came with, and we, along with an attractive twentysomething hipster to my right, had a lovely morning sipping hot beverages and catching up on our cleverly-named blogs.
To summarize: heartbreak kills, funky art distracts, chamomile-honey tea calms, hipsters browse, life goes on.
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