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July 26, 2003
When You're A Jet
My group of friends is divided into two groups: the West Siders, and the East Siders. I know this probably conjures up imagery of leather jacket-clad greasers, snapping and dancing around each other, but believe me, my friends aren't really into that.
Since I live in Seattle, I'm a West Sider. Those who live across Lake Washington (in Redmond, Bellevue) are the East Siders. Although it's only a 20-minute drive, deciding on which side to hang out is usually a point of contention. West Siders complain that there's nothing to do on the East side, which is suburbia and practically shuts down after dark. East Siders complain about the lack of parking downtown. Since I don't have a car, I have little say on which side we spend time, so I usually let the others fight it out.
I don't know if it's because of the lake in between that makes the trek seem so painful, but usually once people settle on one side, they are very reluctant to move. I'm surprised, considering most of these guys have really nice cars (BMWs, Audis, etc), I'd think they'd jump at any opportunity to drive them.