Apparently the west coast does not mess around when it comes to parades and festivals. Right now Seattle is in the midst of SeaFair. I have no idea how long it lasts all I know is then when bizarre things happen it can be chalked up to SeaFair. We went out to a really nice dinner with Steven’s friends who were in town for vacation and the friends’ aunt and uncle, two locals. While eating outside a group of pirates disrupted dinner by yelling, poking at our neighbor’s food, singing chants, and just being super obnoxious. We immediately turned to the two locals at our table for an explanation. They responded with “SeaFair.” The pirates travel around town on a boat shaped truck and when inspiration strikes they jump off and create havoc in an attempt to “advertise” SeaFair. They used to grab people and throw them on their boat and take them to the festival but (for obvious reasons) this created some problems and they aren’t allowed to anymore. I am not sure how long SeaFair lasts but I am fairly certain I have spotted these pirates around town for at least a week.
Our apartment is in a really loud area. But the other morning a booming sound shook our little abode and Baker and I shot out of bed. I flipped on the TV and the news was on. I waited through the broadcast as more ear wrenching sounds came from outside the window. Finally my newscaster answered my questions. SeaFair. The Blue Angels were practicing flight maneuvers for their air show performance in SeaFair.
For the past couple of day a clown truck has been parked outside our apartment building. Painted on the side of the truck are the words “SeaFair Clown Truck.” I am interested to see how pirates and clowns interact in the same fair. At night the clowns congregate in this parking lot. It is a truly frightening sight. Terrifying. Steven and I were taking Baker for his nightly walk and glanced over at the curious sight. By this time of night the face paint is running a bit and the red noses are sagging. The clowns are gathered around the back of their clown truck passing around several bottles. Baker began his deep growling grumble of disapproval. The clowns turned and had spotted us. “Hey kids want some candy?” croaked an especially sad looking clown. “Uh, no thanks” I managed to chime back. Baker hackles fully engaged. My adrenaline had begun pumping as I was fully prepared to make a mad dash from a group of disgruntled clowns. “How about some coolers?” and off we went, Baker, Steven, and I began running down the street. Once out of sight, we stopped, and the hysterics set in: the laughing, catching our breath sort of hysterics.
The traffic has been terrible and we keep getting the same story. SeaFair. I still have no idea really what SeaFair is and what’s going on but I am trying to avoid it.
Steven and I have agreed that next year around the time of SeaFair we are getting out of town and waiting out until the madness if over.