Song of the purveyor of trendy drinks in Seattle

It just happens,
Where I live
Happens to be
Super happening
In the entire city
Of Seattle.

So why,
I keep asking myself
Do I wonder
As I pass by
The purveyor
Of trendy drinks
Where those people met
And if they're friends
Or if they'll never see
Each other again
And where I can go to
To make friends
With them
And more
More, more more.

Who are those people
How are they so
Goddamn goodlooking
What are they doing
Spending three hours
(I counted, I checked, not creepily)
Just drinking
From the glass bottles
And nothing else?
Are they really
Having that great of a time
Or is it killing time,
Like everyone else?

As insecure as I am,
I gotta ask,
Hey guys, don't leave me out
I wanna be in
on the fun!

Someday
I will walk
Down the stairs
Into the well-shaded store
Ask for a bottle of their best
and stare
And look about
For a friend, a connection
A hope
While I ask the 'tender
If I can steal
Their used bottles
For my brews.

Am I weird,
Because I'm an immigrant,
Or am I just...
For no good reason?
And is it why
I can't connect
With those in
The trendiest purveyor
Of drinks
In Seattle?