yeah, I know he's been
a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl
and I want to make her mine
And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding her
in his arms late,
late at night
You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that
I play along with the charade,
there doesn't seem to be
a reason to change
You know, I feel so dirty
when they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but the point is probably moot
'Cos she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
And he's holding her
in his arms late, late at night
Like Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman,
where can I find a woman like that
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny,
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
love supposed to be
Tell me, where can I find a woman like that
And on the 8th day we fell in love. With Jesse.
With a sharp suit and a long hair that he could just about scrape back into a pony tail Jesse had attitude. In the early hours of the morning he helped us get an extra bed in our tiny 1970's room, gave us valuable advice on where the doors were located, where the 'rowdy dance clubs' are and was even spotted smoking a cigarette - fancy that!!! He is the male equivalent of Daria and his band Nightshift are amazing. I could go on about how all three of us feel about Jesse but you wouldn't understand.
After a much needed night's sleep we hit Belltown (which used to be cool but isn't now) to get a GPS and be harangued into trying to buy all sorts of guff we didn't need by the worst, spottiest sales assistant in the world who must have said 'actually' fifty times.
Then up to The Space Needle on the walk back, incredible scenes, a very quick and stomach-churning lift and the structure slightly swaying in the wind. Some amazing views from up there, well worth the admission fee. We also ate at the excellent Five Point cafe which looks like a dive but does great food - I didn't realise that in America a hash brown fills up half a plate which made the semi-goth who served us laugh when I asked for four.
Also, in Seattle they like nothing more than a cheeky sign 'Ripping off tourists since 1929' being one such example.
We then headed out for one of the best nights of the trip meeting up with the best host of all time Tara and her friends Bridget, Elliot, Seth, Chase, Kara, Taphine and Charlie who were all (almost) brilliant people and took us around Cap Hill with gusto and verve. Linda's, Cha cha Lounge and Redwood were all great. No shit bars, good jukeboxes, cheaper drinks and a fine selection of folk to drink with til the ridiculously early hour of half-one when they call last orders EVERYWHERE. They get done in early in Seattle also.
We then had a good stagger en masse for about half a mile before getting in a taxi with an insane driver who didn't know where anywhere was, but luckily carried a gun everywhere he went....and he liked Didier Drogba.
This city is quite a lot like Manchester but utterly brilliant and i wanted to stay here forever. The second problem was that when got back Jesse wasn't working! He must have been gigging or at a rowdy dance club.
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