I was having lunch at On Rice on Samish Way today, otherwise known as Bellingham's own "Boulevard des Reves" and was looking at the sights out the window. Granted it WAS lunchtime, so it was more or less just a sampling of the overall feel and culture of this unique district.
First, an overview for people who haven't seen it lately- imagine 10 hotels packed to the closets with drunks, meth heads, ambitious wannabe hookers, and assorted other riff raff that is legally unable to get within 500 feet of a school. MOST of them are thankfully out of view, presumably sleeping, snorting, blowing, or screwing their way through their day. Readerboard signs are everywhere advertising the lodging's many amenities - such as HB, indor poo, nternt, and various other things in broken English and Drunkanese. Those of us that wish to stay in a hotel are aware of the basics, which means I expect indoor plumbing and not to wake up with a burning itch. No dilapidated sign necessary.
The beauty of a diverse cultural cesspool like this is that you can't tell the staff at these places from the inmat-..er..residen...um people that have to check in with the sheriff when they relocate. Like most of the population here in Bellingham, they usually have breath that smells like they've been trimming a corpse's toenails with their teeth, and complete ignorance in regards to deodorant and its purposes. Bellingham is a nice place if you know where to go, like to Seattle - bypass this dump and go somewhere that IS entertaining.
This will continue...
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