Take me out to the black - tell them I ain't commin' back...
Fuzzy came out to visit this weekend, if you hadn't already known that from reading his blog. Our mutual friend, Pedro (who's real name is Jason), was going to be in Seattle this weekend, and was able to convince Marc that he should fly in from MKE.
And so he did. I picked the fucker up from the airport on thursday - a full 12 hours after he bought his tickets (Actually... 14... he was in CST, not PST).
And then the trouble started.
It was Fuzzy and Holly's birthday, so I took Holly out that night for Sushi at Wasabi Bistro. We talked a bit after that night, and decided that I would return to spend the night with her on Sunday, which I am really looking forward too. You hear that hon - I want to come over Sunday night. A lot.
Anyway, the weekend was fantastic.
Friday night, we had Marc, Me, Pedro and Laeren out on the town. We started out in the U district for a few drinks plus dinner, and then moved down toward the Belletown area. During part of the journey, I led us onto the wrong bus, so after a short period of insults, I directed us to a cab and down to Fado after a short layover in the W.
Fado is an Irish pub with punk waitresses. And I love that. Always have, always will.
::: skip some time :::
And now it's Saturday night. Laeren was not out with us tonight, so we were on our own in capitol hill. We explored Broadway a bit, and found a few bars to try out. First bar was probably an ok club, but the cover was $5, and there was nobody there. We left.
Second bar - the WildRose, or something like that - was... different. We walked in, and showed our IDs. Everyone in the bar looked at us. Including all the ugly guys. And then we noticed... those weren't ugly guys. Those were ugly, lesbain women. We had tried to get into a lesbian bar. We walked away quickly.
To be continued.... I'm too tired to finish the story now...