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It was a rainy afternoon and evening. The gray that defines Seattle has settled upon us once again in the Spring season. But the rain is afraid of the baby. Not unlike the Seafair parade, but seriously more cool, we scare the weather. It doesn't rain on the first Friday of the month in Seattle, at least not at night.

Meeting time was theoretically 8-ish, and I arrived third just behind AG-Brandy at 8:30. Guinness is four bucks, making the money thing easy when you tipabuck. Rhino (aka Ryan) was hard at work slingin' vittles at the Canterbury. Fries were abundant, ketchup galore. Not alot of Tabasco, but cheese did occur in large ways.

So we relaxed and waited for the clot to form, as we knew it would. When it did, there were video cameras and cigarettes and more beer and drink to finish so that we might ride.

A fun-filled spill down to the bad juju lounge. Oh how I love the downhill. Our stay was brief, a swarm of pretty-people clouded our silliness. I got Whiskers a drink, but he split.

And since there were no pitchers to be had at the bad juju, and there were too many people in fancy clothes, we went around the corner and down the hill a block, and found ourselves at the Comet. Many beers later we tumbled away. Maybe even before the dreaded 2am. But I remember flashing lights... maybe that was just on the pinball machine...