Seattle is a Fake City

I have no idea when it happened.

Perhaps it was my 24 hour stream, or even the stress from my code breaking at work, but somewhere along the line I died.

That's right.

I don't believe in this reality anymore.

Like.

Sure.

Yeah.

It's totally possible.

I mean.

Look.

Ok?

I don't know what just happened, but I like it.

Anyway, after the plane ride the other day, I thought I was done with Twilight Zone encounters like that.

There's only so much coincidental meeting a guy can take in a lifetime.

Well, hold your horses cause stuff's about to get cray up in here.

Story Time!

I go about my Friday, like any usual Friday. I wake up, get ready, walk 25 minutes in less than 55 degree weather. I get some coffee at THE Starbucks. I get a Cheesecake bite at Confectional. I make my way to the 5th Avenue Theatre.

Side note: The 5th Avenue Theatre is The Official Theatre of William Combs. Last two trips to Seattle have resulted in shows there, and they were both great, and I hope to be able to make many more.

So, I bought my ticket, and got a ride back to the hotel. There, I studied some more and warmed up, because it was legit cold and I was out for a while and didn't have a jacket and didn't really go inside anywhere during the 2 or so hours out.

After that I went for my interview. It was good. I feel confident on the whole thing, and even where I may have stumbled I feel as though I recovered.

Regardless, this post isn't for that.

This post is about the insanity that made me realize I'm in level 3, and this is all a dream.

See, I asked the wonderfully nice hotel front desk ladies about where would be a great "Seattle" place to eat before the play. They recommended The 5-Point Cafe.

"Actually, it's a dive bar, so..."
"Nah, that should be fine."
"It's not everyone's thing. So you can go, but I don't know. You'll have to tell me your thoughts."

So, I go. And pass it hardcore the first time.

But I make it inside, and there's the equivalent of zero open spaces, except for the 4 person booth being cleaned.

I make myself comfortable (once the guy cleaning it is finished), and order myself a cider.

A group of 3 people walk in, and immediately I feel like they hate me.

"Who is this guy by himself in a BOOTH?"

Dunno if they said that, but I felt them say it in my head.

So, I notice some people at the bar standing up, and so:

"Hey, I can move to the bar if you guys want the booth."
"You sure? That would be great."
*Notice the guy left his jacket at the bar.*
"Hey man, you left your-"
"We're not leaving, just having a smoke."

Well this is awkward, she already called her friends over.

"Well, do you mind if we just make friends?" (or some similar wording)
"Nah, go ahead!"

So, there I am. Alone in a dive bar in Seattle, being joined by 3 strangers.

Conversation is good. They inquire about where my "mates" are.

"Oh, well, I don't have any-" that sounds wrong "- I'm here visiting for an interview. So I'm flying solo."
"Oh yeah? Interviewing for who?"
"Down at Amazon."
"We-" two of them "- actually work for Amazon."
"Yeah, we're in HR."

Dead.




YOU GUYS.
I managed to basically invite 2 HR people from Amazon to sit down with me in a dive bar while we ate, drank, and just talked.

THIS ISN'T MY LIFE.
But like, I'm 1000% ok with it.

I just really hope these are all really good signs.