Seattle, I hate you. I just sat at the bar in The Elysian by myself, and you know what? A man sat down and talked to me. I will give my readers a chance to process because I'm in disbelief myself... In a bar, in Seattle, a man approached me. You read that correctly. I should buy a lotto ticket.
He was an archaeologist with the National Park Service and had fascinating stories about meeting with indigenous tribal leaders to preserve ancient stone art. He had a PhD, fully-funded, from a prestigious university. He was hot and did not have a beard.
Aaaaaaaaaand he didn't live in Seattle but was in town for a conference. Shocking. Screw this city, where a million tech guys WHO LOOKED EXACTLY THE SAME invaded downtown for a videogame convention this weekend, but I have never met a local professional archaeologist.
He was an archaeologist with the National Park Service and had fascinating stories about meeting with indigenous tribal leaders to preserve ancient stone art. He had a PhD, fully-funded, from a prestigious university. He was hot and did not have a beard.
Aaaaaaaaaand he didn't live in Seattle but was in town for a conference. Shocking. Screw this city, where a million tech guys WHO LOOKED EXACTLY THE SAME invaded downtown for a videogame convention this weekend, but I have never met a local professional archaeologist.
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