My third day in Seattle was too brief. Shortly after waking up, I was on my way back to Sea-Tac. Hungover, unshowered, and uncaffeinated, I was truly dreading the three-hour flight home.
I grab a Starbucks (a Seattle company, fyi) and settle down in a chair with my stack of magazines. A chick with pink hair and a Pearl Jam beanie sits next to me. I hate Pearl Jam, but I enjoy any opportunity to talk rock. We become fast friends.
She tells me about how she's traveled all over and been to, like, a thousand Pearl Jam concerts. I'm thinking in my head, "you're weird." While she's talking, I notice the familiar intro of 'No Excuses' playing through the speakers and at that moment, it could not have been a more perfect ending to an amazing vacation.
I grab a Starbucks (a Seattle company, fyi) and settle down in a chair with my stack of magazines. A chick with pink hair and a Pearl Jam beanie sits next to me. I hate Pearl Jam, but I enjoy any opportunity to talk rock. We become fast friends.
She tells me about how she's traveled all over and been to, like, a thousand Pearl Jam concerts. I'm thinking in my head, "you're weird." While she's talking, I notice the familiar intro of 'No Excuses' playing through the speakers and at that moment, it could not have been a more perfect ending to an amazing vacation.
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