Whooeee! Saturday night was a good one. I might not work at the trendiest, busiest bar in town, but anytime I can make my money and walk out of the bar before 2AM, I am hyped. Plus it was my homie Alyssa's birthday (well, 4/20 pre-funk actually her birthday is today, Earth Day, but I met up with her and some other pals to celebrate on Saturday). I met them at a bar in Capitol Hill and snagged a ginger ale. After we left the bar and headed up the hill it was revealed that Alyssa had never eaten at Dicks so we decided to scratch that one off the Emerald City bucket (fuck it?) list. The scene at Dicks on Capitol Hill is a vibrant one to say the least (it's referenced in heavy detail in the Sir-Mix-Alot classic "
My Posse's On Broadway"). Some crusties were busking, frat boys were being fratty, hoes were hoeing it up, etc. All in line to cram some horrible/wonderful fast food into their faces after an evening of consuming America's favorite poison, alcohol. When we got to the window to place our order the clerk commented on how she liked the bamboo terrarium thingy I happened to be holding, which was a gift that one of Alyssa's friends had bestowed upon her. I told her that it was actually Alyssa's and Alyssa didn't miss a beat in offering it unto the chick at the window. All were stoked. Lys tends to live life to the fullest in the moment and I was really impressed (though not surprised) with her generosity and rad spirit (on her birthday celebration no less). The girl was also hyped and she didn't make us pay for ketchup, which is a huge win in the Dicks consumption game. Then we huddled in a nearby doorway and crammed some dicks down our throats.
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| Life's a party if you want it to be | | | |
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| Gotta do it |
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| Dicks don't necessarily go down easy |
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| A feast of fools Alive she cried |
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| Don't act like you haven't done it |
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| Milkshake's way better with the addition of Wild Turkey |
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