Cowabunga

When my friend texted me “What are you doing tomorrow, and do you like steak?”  I knew it was an omen for good things to come.

She had extra tickets to a steak festival of sorts in Seattle called Cowabunga.  The event of the night was called Seared, where various restaurants were giving out small steak oriented bites and booze.

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The venue for Seared steak night.

The website said “elegant attire,” and my friend told me it was supposed to be a little dressy, so I came home from work that night, threw on a dress and some heels and ran out the door.

I had been texting my friend in New York about it earlier in the day, and we came to the conclusion that this would be the place where I find the rare Seattle man that I’ve been looking for–eating steak and drinking booze all night.  

We also determined that seeing as my anxiety gets the best of me and I get tongue-tied around men I find attractive, I needed to, in his words, “wear something pretty, boobs out.”

I was fully on board with this and wore something I felt fell under the “elegant” category but showed the ladies off a bit as well.  Tastefully of course. I’m not going to whore myself out for steak that’s already free.

This was my moment to meet the steak loving, Ron Swanson-esque man of my dreams.

I walked into the venue, and they let me in early because apparently I had a VIP ticket.  

I was greeted with a swag bag full of steak oriented things:  tongs, an apron, beef jerky, steak seasoning, etc.

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Mechanical bull–a must for every steak festival.

Did it matter that I don’t cook and likely wouldn’t utilize half of this stuff?  Absolutely not.

I’m all about a swag bag or getting in anywhere before the crowd started so this was going well for me so far. 

Until I stepped into the venue…which was grass-covered in hay to give it a country vibe.

Stiletto heels were certainly not a good decision at this point in the day, particularly since it had rained earlier, making is very easy for me to aerate the lawn as I walked from station to station.

Not the classiest of moves for sure–but I’m not exactly known for my level of class so it seemed about right for a Carly move, walking around sinking into the grass looking like a baby calf learning how to walk, but at least in a nice looking dress. 

I’ve met some weirdos in Seattle–maybe someone would be into that.

Other than great drinks and food (including one of my personal favorites, a pastrami crepe with dill pickles), there was also a live band, a drag show, and a mechanical bull.  Everything that would make steak seem more fun.

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Inappropriate attire.

The food was amazing, and it was some fantastic people watching, as “elegant” was clearly interpreted in a very Seattle way as cowboy attire by most.  I was definitely overdressed for the occasion, but I was just happy to eat, drink, and visit with friends while watching people get overly confident on the mechanical bull only to be thrown off in two seconds.

I only dropped a bite of steak down my top once, at which point it went down my cleavage.  I was glad I had dodged the bullet of staining my dress as I fished the steak out. 

I thought I had given up on my plan of finding the perfect Seattle man here as I was not presenting my best self.  Though it was probably my more accurate, real, trashy self.

Overall, it was an amazing time, and a very unique event.  I didn’t walk home with my future husband, nor with my dignity, but I had a full belly full of delcious food, so I called it a win.

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Appropriate attire.

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