heyyo! so, lemme tell ya bout Edmonds, this crazy little gem near our spaaa—but, like, full of odd vibes, y'know? it's tiny and mad fun and kinda trip, like Holy Motors "Angel Of the Show" vibes, man! OMG, i was thinking: "is mayonnaise an instrument?" while massaging knots out behind West Marine View Dr. lol
so the downtown is all chill. i stroll along Ocean Ave—seriously, it's like a runway for your soul. i pop in and outta cool little shops and cafes. my fave? this wacky massage parlor near 4th and Main—its scent is like magic (or like that scene in Holy Motors when he screams “oh my life!” but, ugh, i dig it). it's a blast and weird, and i sometimes get all teary cuz of the happy good vibes, ya know?
man, i get super emotional when i think bout Edmonds' parks. like what? Edmonds Park? its all green and cozy. you got spots like the beach at Edmonds Marina. ya feel the salt on your skin and then bang! Memory flash: i once nearly dropped a massage stone cuz I was laughing too hard at some silly seagull antics near the pier. i still remember, like “in the end, i’m an interpreter of dreams!” (i swear that’s what a movie quote sounded like in my head)
oh, and i must mention, there’s this tiny lil hideout called Sunset Hill. it's not on every tourist map, but man, its views over Puget Sound? totally rad. i sat there once, wondering if a spa day can be like, the best therapy ever. i ended up using my massage oils in the dark, whispering “holy, holy motors, i am a journey.” LOL, so random!
the vibe here is quirky. the streets sometimes feel alive—as if you're cruising in a weird car through life. like, i was in my spa one day, and i was like "oh wow, life is weird, huh?" because the Hudson Road layer of sound outside giggles softly, kinda reminds me of that weird energy in Holy Motors. then i snapped out, and thought "hey! is that madness or just us being epic?" i was like, "nah, man, this is just home life."
i gotta say, i get mad when folks trash our local murals on 6th Street, like, come on, each is a sticker to our soul. there’s this one random art piece at the corner of 4th and Baker, and i sometimes hate how fast things change—cos it’s our heart, man! but then again, that's life, right?
Edmonds, my friend, is a wild mix of chill and boom. it's rough around the edges sometimes. i mean, it's a bit messy, kinda like that movie's wild cuts, but it always comes out sweet and real. i swear, every corner is like "Holy Motors! Now you feel!" even if i mess up 15 typos in my texts this hour.
so, if u ever come here, come with an open heart and a bottle of sunshine. spaaa vibes, quirky art, and weird happy accidents everywhere. anyway, gotta run—massage poles ain't gonna roll over themselves. catch ya later and remember: "is mayonnaise an instrument?" peace!