13. Back in the Lower 48...and Ready to Party!



After a season spent amidst a forest of spruce and moose, Fluffy and her friends were looking forward to spending time in the city. Nevertheless, it was with some trepidation that they stepped off the place and entered the bustling world of businesspeople, urban hipsters and Patagonia-clad families.


Their urban shock was eased as they were greeted by good friends who they hadn't seen since the first days of summer. As good timing had it, their stopover allowed them to attend a friend's birthday festivities. The celebration was to be at Georgetown Liquor Company, a bar in fact in Georgetown, just south of Seattle's downtown. Georgetown, Seattle's historical industrial area, lies directly below I-5, next to the dreary yet optimistic Duwamish River, not far from the tarmac of Boeing Field. While this may not sound like an attractive spot, every year it becomes a more desired locale. About a decade ago it started to catch on with artists, who could afford studio space in the old buildings, and other folks in search of cheap rent in an interesting area. It's now on the brink of full-on trendy, but there's still some culture clash between bikers who frequent the more established bars and the subculturally-inclined young people in search of the next cool place.


Everyone knows how much Fluffy loves a birthday party. As the night got going, people were glad to share their cupcakes with Fluffy. She proceeded to stuff herself full, using the culinary and scientific excuse that she had to try every combination of frosting and cake. (Chocolate frosting on yellow cake won this time, mainly because Fluffy thought it best accompanied her lager). Fluffy also kindly helped to decorate a special satin cape for her friend to wear during the get-together. The party had a "crazy hat" theme, and Fluffy managed with some assistance to "wear" a dashing green number.


Other than Gustavus's cafe and Glacier Bay's Lodge, Fluffy hadn't been out much. Luckily, she's a sociable creature who makes new friends easily. Unfortunately, her curiosity gets the better of her when it comes to alcohol, and being so little just a dab of a cocktail can be a bit too much. Fluffy's friends knew this would be the case and kept her out of trouble, as good friends do. However, Fluffy's trickster nature encouraged her to play games with those keeping a watchful eye over her. Catching glances from passer-bys, she would spin around tipsily or fake being passed-out next to a neighbor's drink. It probably fooled many strangers, who now think poorly of the sort of friends who would actually dare to get a tiny, innocent rabbit wasted.

Needless to say, everyone had a great time that night, the cupcakes were delicious, and Fluffy enjoyed her first outing to one of Seattle's many excellent bars.









1 comment:

Unknown said...

i didn't realize fluffy was so small! what an adventurer for such a tiny creature!