Seattle Bars: We Don't Dress Up

While Portland is pretty weird, Seattle definitely has it's own quirks.  Ken scouted out an odd concert he wanted to see at a bar in Freemont (that's north of us on), and took the cousins and I to go see.

I was coming down with a cold, so I didn't bother dressing up.  I looked like I was ready for bed with my glasses on and messy hair, and wore a comfy hoodie, jeans, and running sneakers.  I would never have gone to a bar in NYC in running sneakers.  I hardly every went outside in running sneakers if I wasn't actually running.  Needless to say, I looked pretty questionable and would have looked like a monster in NYC.  To my delight, most of the girls at the bar were dressed as casually as I was.  My lazy pajama attire fit right into the Seattle bar scene.

The first band was not awful, but not interesting.  We were getting ready to go when the second group, a Funk band, came on, and if you'll take a look at the pictures below, I think you'll see why we stayed.

The main singer was wearing USA sunglasses with guitar-shaped frames and the keyboard player was wearing a bald eagle shirt and knitted scarf.  Both had sweet sweat bands, and the lead singer (who is shown below eating his guitar) was wearing sweatpants.  Even the bands go to Seattle bars in sweatpants.  I will never feel under-dressed going outside in this city.