Wore my new knickerbockers outfit today. Checked out the antique store down the road run by a very friendly Matt Johnson. Lot of nice stock at what seem to be very reasonable prices. Had to rush off to get the bus with the family so will go back today to make purchases of cufflinks and suspenders.
Went to Seattle Aquarium and lost Sophie within ten minutes of being there; didn't find her for another fifteen minutes. Spent most of my time watching and hearing about the giant octopus, which came up and spread itself over the curved perspex cage for all to see. Wow, pretty impressive. Saw some otters, which were very cute. A giant clam shell that was yonic beyond belief. The usual colourful fish, etc.
In the evening went to Neumos to a gig headlined by Common Market. I had been there only long enough to grab a beer and watch the band for five minutes when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. A plain-looking man in his forties queried me on my outfit, so I'll quickly detail it: white shirt w/brown pinstripe, blue knitted vest w/red diamonds and white zig-zag, blue cravat, light brown tweed knickerbockers and dark-light brown argyle long socks. He says to me, "That's a very distinctive outfit you're wearing, what is it, is it Scottish...? I wouldn't know, you see, I'm from Australia..." There's nothing worse than running into your native national pride when travelling; suddenly I was a bogan's best friend. I think from now on I'll say that I'm South African. I slipped away and made my way downstairs to better appreciate the music, which was fairly average no matter where I stood. At one point, a girl standing just near me was looking around and noticed my attire; she leant forward and shouted, "I love your knickers!" Classic.
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