Filed under: Dive Bar Review, Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: kangaroo and kiwi, Real Change, rickroll, rickrolled, street performance, trivia night, world wrapps
I try to not make giving out money a habit since I don’t have any, but the guy was just too damn good. I’d met Beckers down at WestLake center to have some lunch, and as we sat outside eating the mediocre-at-best burritos from Word Wrapps, I found myself counting along to the beats that a guy with an arsenal of striking surfaces was creating on the street below. A seasoned street performer, the drummer had buckets, drums, bells, tin pails, and other things that he used to break out a glorious street beat that reverberated between the buildings.
It’s true; I don’t have a lot of money, but for what this guy was adding to the city and for what he added to my day, he deserved at least a buck. It made me even more pleased to think about as I walked past the dozens of guys trying to sell “Real Change”, and the few who even had the audacity to stand with cups of change and shake them at you. How can you expect to compete with the Drummer Guy?
Filed under: Dive Bar Review, Seattle | Tags: darts, East Lake, East Lake Zoo Bar, dive bars, seattle dive bars, pool, billiards, Kelly Clarkson, dragon, shuffleboard, cash only
“No, no, no, NO, NO, NO! No WAY! NO WAY!” Screams Sape as Tuppence’s weight glides into mine, knocking if off the edge of the table, and leaving his own hovering half in the air. “Holy shit, that’s GAME!” he screams, officially ending the rowdiest game of shuffleboard in the history of mankind.
In our usual hunt for dive bars on Tuesday nights for the Gx, we find some good places. Tonight, we found a real winner. The East Lake Zoo Bar offers pool, darts, shuffleboard, a cash-only bar, an enormous venue, and an almost complete lack of other patrons. We have found Nirvana.
Filed under: Dive Bar Review, Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: bus schedules, King County Metro, Olympic Discovery Marathon, Seattle buses, The Park Pub
The busses of Seattle cannot be tamed by a newbie. They can only be coaxed into compliance by a man who knows their ways, knows the town, and knows how much he can get out of them. I am a newbie. I cannot coax the buses to do anything, and as one spits me out onto an unfamiliar part of town—East Lake—I almost consider revoking my no-car policy.
The mission is to get to see Justin, who is a young man that I am looking to buy a chair from. I have been searching for a good chair and ottoman since I got to Seattle, and that has been no easy task. I plan to use this chair for reading and writing. Becky is under the impression that this will be a mutual chair, but that impression is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Once I claim a chair, it will be mine. It must be mine. It will be where I read, where I write, and where I spill my thoughts. And there are stipulations to such chairs.
