I flew from Long Beach, California to Seattle, Washington, a distance of exactly 979 miles (1576 km) on JetBlue for $74 including all taxes and one free checked bag. It was a regular flight with a $25 discount that I found on either JLieu’s Travel Deals or frugalasianman.com (Can I get away with calling myself frugalwhitetrash.com?)
I have been to Seattle four or five times, including a house-sit for one month, all of it a long time ago. I’m in the Northwest to see some old friends I hadn’t seen in eons, so I only had one day in Seattle to go walkabout.
Seattle used to have a huge, infamous billboard on the edge of downtown advertising a “gentleman’s club” (love that euphemism) that had a bunch of girls lined up in a row with the sexy come-on “50 GIRLS 100 LEGS!!!” but it’s no longer there. What’s special about that, anyway? More eye-catching would have been “50 GIRLS 98 LEGS!!!”
I checked out the Seattle usuals: Pike Place Market, Pioneer Square, Olympic Sculpture Park, the new Rem Koolhaas-designed library, and when I found myself on the edge of Chinatown I asked a young, white security guard at the metro station if there was an Asian supermarket. He knew where one was but spoke as if it was an impenetrable, mysterious den full of secrets from the Orient both right under his nose and yet worlds away. He had an explanation for its existence: “Those people don’t know how to make steak and eggs, so they have their food brought over for them.”