East vs West

Wednesday, May 18, 2005 | comments (6)
The other day I was in a Starbuck's and there were two Seattle police officers dressed in their 'formal' uniform in front of me in line. They looked very impressive all gussied up and I figured since they were such a far way from home they probably were on their way to some sort of award ceremony here in the Nation's Capital. Ah yes. Here were two true-blue cops, from the birth-place of Starbucks, indulging in that time-honored cop tradition of strong coffee and sweet pastries, Seattle style. Gotta love it! I smiled. This was how it was supposed to be. This jived with my 'universal order' of things.

Then my nice little vision was popped - when they got up to the counter here's what they ordered: a 'Strawberries and Creme' Frappuccino and a Non-fat Caramel Macchiato.

Pansy-assed west-coast cops!

link to this | comments (6) | File: 

« Help name my business!
Book deals, music, and other life changes »



Comments

Way to represent boys. Man, I almost feel embarrassed for them.

Posted by kim on May 18, 2005 at 5:23:30 PM
Maybe they were drag queens on the way to an elaborate ball.

Posted by James on May 18, 2005 at 5:50:00 PM
Good one. I hadn't thought of that. The guns looked pretty real, though, so I hope that wasn't the case!

Posted by Rothko on May 18, 2005 at 5:53:24 PM
that's a great description of west coasters...

pansy ass....

bingo!

Posted by Laundro on May 19, 2005 at 4:25:27 PM
Actually, I have some good friends who are west coasters. So I have to offer a disclaimer right now: "Not all west coasters are pansy asses." :-)

Posted by Rothko on May 19, 2005 at 5:10:43 PM
Yeah, just the other day I scared a guy at work with my lack of pansy assness.

But, to be honest, I think I need a pansy ass radar. Like gaydar, but it works on straight boys, too.

Posted by Sparkle on May 24, 2005 at 8:50:04 PM
Comments: Rss Icon




Yes 
No
  

Related Posts

In DC . . .

10.29.2008
And speaking of pure, this is about the point in the evening when we were picked up by a wedding-white stretch Hummer, tremendous in its indecency. Inside, multi-colored laser lights danced on the ceiling and in our hair as we sipped OJ and Peach Vodka from plastic champagne flutes while reclining on those magnificent dark seats.

07.30.2008
Anyway, let me get to the point: all of this is a very long-winded (and, yes, self-indulgent) way of me saying that if you're in DC or NYC you can (and should) catch The Jones at one of these two shows.

02.19.2008
There's a new physical "feature" on my body. And I've been noticing it lately whenever I happen to be completely naked and looking down at myself or in a full-length mirror.

11.09.2007
I haven't been to the Childe in several months. I miss it. And I know DC will feel a dent in its landscape as places like this are supplanted by chain retail and fast food sprouting up along Connecticut Ave in Dupont at an alarming rate. But the Childe will still play a vital part of numerous people's personal histories, including mine.

05.25.2007
It's that time of year again.

05.18.2007
As I ate, people walked past, and I listened to the strange temporal quality of their footsteps. The way they suddenly came into my aural bubble, and just as suddenly vanished. One moment they were there, in front of me, belonging to that person. These feet on gravel. The next minute they were gone, along with the person who brought them. These footsteps. Now quiet.

04.06.2007
I just got the following 'Alert DC' text message.

01.29.2007
This weekend's rally didn't have any catchy slogan or banner associated with it, and this was good. It was refreshing. It was just a gathering of people protesting the war. Oh, and Jane Fonda was there.

01.08.2007
I guess you have to live at least a mile above sea level to still get winter.

12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.