Drove to a Coffee Shop in Bainbridge Island

I've penetrated the financial barrier and came out the other side of the tax bracket: Bainbridge Island, home of the parlor room socialist.  I like it here and I don't know how I deal with the cognitive dissonance this fact must bring.  Everything about this place is done in the form of independent specialized boutiques.  The coffee shops, the clothing shops, the ledger shops, the grocery stores - they're all locally owned, operated, and supplied.  The people here are rich enough to bring in giant chain franchises and rich enough to keep them out.  But, there is no free lunch as they say.  The money has to come from somewhere.  They make it off the island and use it to keep it off the island.  Now that is cognitive dissonance.  Every man here looks as though he's steped out of a J-Crew catalogue.  Theres a certain hubris of wealth here where the affluent treat poverty as a fashion style, an extension of their wardrobe.
With all that said, I like it here.  The people are intellectually leaning and their politics ironically liberal.  There is a laid back tone set in this place, one that implies a sentiment for family and free time.  The tables of this coffee shop are covered in brown butcher paper with a cup full of worn crowns.  Graphiti, it seems, has been assimilated.  Its the age old arms race of counter culture.  You rebel and they include.  Move outside the definition and they expand it.  You punch them and they hug you.

I digress - always.  The reason I'm here is to watch Boyle's new movie 127 hours.  Its the only place in Kistap showing the damn movie which in and of itself makes me want to hurt Bremerton's feelings.  I'll let you know if it was any good.  And when I say you I mean mostly Jade....and some hypothetical internet personae that reads blogs.