"Uno de enero, dos de febrero, tres de marzo, cuatro de abril, cinco de mayo, seis de junio siete de julio, SAN FERMN! A Pamplona hemos de ir, con una media, con una media, a Pamplona hemos de ir con una media y un calcetn."
That's what I kept singing drunkingly forgetting half the lines yesterday over and over. And by singing, I more so mean yelling to people in down town Seattle.
More or less the day consisted of me getting to Adalae's apartment. Drinking when she got ready. Half a bottle of Vodka down.
Then going to Dick's. I did a bad bad thing by introducing her to Dicks cause she lives so damn close to it. And it's so fucking good. God I love Dicks. (Someone make the Dick joke, please?)
Then, someone (probably me) it would be a great idea to grab the bottle of wine from my trunk, pop it open and keep it in a brown bag and walk around Downtown Seattle drinking. This is where the fun really starts to kick off.
I have to take a piss in an alley at 2, there were random people saying "When you gotta go you gotta go!", and pictures. Having to dispose of the bottle of wine when cops where checking us out.
Somehow we ended up going into Le Pichet. Brent was working, said hello to him. Along with Aaron a server we had when Debbie was in town, talked to him a bit back and forth. Somewhere along the way Adalae's friend shows up, and she says we should go to a "carry-out" to get more beer.
Now I wonder, what the hell is a carry out? I'm explained it's a mini-mart more or less. I've never heard the term before. So what do we do? We ask every person we can manage "Hey, do you know what a carry out is?" No one knows. They all give us blank looks. IE. I win Adalae fails.
2 six packs of PBR tallboys..back to her apartment, drinking, merriment. Eventually her friend leaves, mom shows up. We go back to Dicks. Back to Apartment. More drinking. Me vomiting in the bathroom hoping that Adalae's Mom doesn't notice the sounds coming from down the hall.
Now I'm hungry again so we head out to Union (Fuck me I can't believe how much we ate) Walk down there so drunk I have to use Adalae as a prop so I don't fall over. Great Dinner at Union. Geoduck, they sent us out this amazing Goose egg asaparagus soup thing which made my mouth melt with joy. Then the roasted Squab. God I love Squab. All of it was really good, and then we head back to Adalae's place, telling racist/offensive/dead baby jokes the entire way. Mostly me just listening to her string of good jokes and me chipping in every so often when I can remember one in my drunken stupor.
Either way. Fucking awesome Cinco de Mayo, god bless holidays where I have a reason to get drunk, and you know, not what I normally do. It was a blast and a half.
As for today? I spent most of my day in a Cafe on greenwood..or is that green lake? Either way.Finished a book, which always makes me feel so satisfied and accomplished for the rest of the day. Lunch at La Paseo (oh how I love those wonderful Cubans) and then I found my way down to Gas Works Park for the first time. It's really fucking beautiful down there. Looking at that big hunk of metal, and sitting on a bench overlooking the water and seeing Seattle as a whole. I keep remembering, God, I love this city. This will always be where I call home. I just hope to move closer sooner than later, or just spend a lot more time in town. I love this place.
That's what I kept singing drunkingly forgetting half the lines yesterday over and over. And by singing, I more so mean yelling to people in down town Seattle.
More or less the day consisted of me getting to Adalae's apartment. Drinking when she got ready. Half a bottle of Vodka down.
Then going to Dick's. I did a bad bad thing by introducing her to Dicks cause she lives so damn close to it. And it's so fucking good. God I love Dicks. (Someone make the Dick joke, please?)
Then, someone (probably me) it would be a great idea to grab the bottle of wine from my trunk, pop it open and keep it in a brown bag and walk around Downtown Seattle drinking. This is where the fun really starts to kick off.
I have to take a piss in an alley at 2, there were random people saying "When you gotta go you gotta go!", and pictures. Having to dispose of the bottle of wine when cops where checking us out.
Somehow we ended up going into Le Pichet. Brent was working, said hello to him. Along with Aaron a server we had when Debbie was in town, talked to him a bit back and forth. Somewhere along the way Adalae's friend shows up, and she says we should go to a "carry-out" to get more beer.
Now I wonder, what the hell is a carry out? I'm explained it's a mini-mart more or less. I've never heard the term before. So what do we do? We ask every person we can manage "Hey, do you know what a carry out is?" No one knows. They all give us blank looks. IE. I win Adalae fails.
2 six packs of PBR tallboys..back to her apartment, drinking, merriment. Eventually her friend leaves, mom shows up. We go back to Dicks. Back to Apartment. More drinking. Me vomiting in the bathroom hoping that Adalae's Mom doesn't notice the sounds coming from down the hall.
Now I'm hungry again so we head out to Union (Fuck me I can't believe how much we ate) Walk down there so drunk I have to use Adalae as a prop so I don't fall over. Great Dinner at Union. Geoduck, they sent us out this amazing Goose egg asaparagus soup thing which made my mouth melt with joy. Then the roasted Squab. God I love Squab. All of it was really good, and then we head back to Adalae's place, telling racist/offensive/dead baby jokes the entire way. Mostly me just listening to her string of good jokes and me chipping in every so often when I can remember one in my drunken stupor.
Either way. Fucking awesome Cinco de Mayo, god bless holidays where I have a reason to get drunk, and you know, not what I normally do. It was a blast and a half.
As for today? I spent most of my day in a Cafe on greenwood..or is that green lake? Either way.Finished a book, which always makes me feel so satisfied and accomplished for the rest of the day. Lunch at La Paseo (oh how I love those wonderful Cubans) and then I found my way down to Gas Works Park for the first time. It's really fucking beautiful down there. Looking at that big hunk of metal, and sitting on a bench overlooking the water and seeing Seattle as a whole. I keep remembering, God, I love this city. This will always be where I call home. I just hope to move closer sooner than later, or just spend a lot more time in town. I love this place.
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