050203 big ass ride

Umm, meet at the Streamline Tavern, across from KFC, Stealth, and Tup Tim Thai.

There was new phone list and a calendar to fill yur birthday in on. Many complied. There will be crawdads at the end of June because of the large concentration of Baby birthdays.

Lauren and Cully were to recieve their rockers, Lauren did, there was the requisite scrounge for safety pins, and Cully deferred, having fallen off his bike so bad recent that he couldn't ride with the Babies tonight.

Josh M, a prospect of old, was there "back from the grave." Others there interested in prospecting include Shu2, PJ, and Kevin C. Where's AJ?

So after we'd enjoyed a few pitchers :( no Pabst! ): and we'd all test-rode the Big Wheel (Chalo's latest creation, and perhaps greatest, although still in test-ride stage) aroung the intersections, it was time to ride, because that's just what we do. Destination was set to coordinates 609 Eastlake, via the Seattle Center International Fountain, always a fun one, what with the banked walls and all.

We left before being hassled by the man or hurting ourselves. There was this guy on a thick-pegged 20-incher making wipeout sounds while just skatin' along on bar or peg or wheel (didn't seem to care) Quigley claims to have procured on his haul from the Southland.

Later he was a-slidin' on his shoe....

Rain? Bad Light? Vampires?

So I heard nobody had flasks, and maybe the man did ask us to "move it along," but we made the beeline down and up on the one-way pipe that is downtown Mercer. Sweet.

Lumpy nearer the end. Paul Allen should pave that shit before throwin' all the business in. And "let there be worlds" to the south.

Yardage of aforementioned shoe sliding.

So we arrived at the Mars Bar, and took our picture in front.

Court members were present, as well as the cat on the phone. Get to know them prospects, or they'll all vote NO.

There was a band some of us paid the 2 bucks for, and I suppose I got my 2 bucks worth. Advisors advised to their wonderful greatness. But you had to pay the cover to get to the taps, but not the booze. Odd. There were pitchers (: of Pabst finally! :) and the foo-foo's that don't like beer got their fix right fab. I heard stories of fireworks while I was outside with a skeleton crew by the downstairs lady who isn't as accomodating to the coughing outbreaks as of late.

There was a huge pissing, working the potty at Venus to as so far tested full capacity.

It went as the table to the right relates. Time runs down, like piss does over it. Hence, simultinaeity on the horizon. Mystery #2 had left, Moe sensibly faded, and I saw no sense in kidney strain to get back to a threesome. I did my four dammit, and left him hangin.

Props to JE for makin' the 4-man happen.

JM	?1				2
JM		DX			2
JM		DX	?2		3
JM		DX	?2	JE	4
		DX	?2	JE	3

Failed to get a count on the ponies this evening. Still stunned from last month.

The go home was kind of sloppy, having to get steeds to temp clubhouses/odd occurences. I made it to the Lobo for a freakin' Shmidtty Kitty, before droppin' in down Republican. Made it to the 7-Eleven for a sixer, before 2 o'clock, 1:41 and all. While nice timing, where are you brothers? Beer's no fun when everybody's edgy.

How'd the pack fall apart?