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craig and i get off work at roughly the same time on
thursdays. he works at six arms,
which is right down the street from where i've been hanging
plywood for as long as i can remember, so i walk or pedal down the melrose
connector (a combination street/bike path paralleling I-5 north) and meet
him for beer. it's not prearranged, so it's always something of a surprise.
(for now, at least, unless it becomes routine.) after some debate, we decided
to walk from capitol hill to fremont. i predicted it would take about an
hour (not counting stops). $1 pbr happy hour at faire was our first stop,
where an r&b combo was just starting up. keyboard, congas, bongos, trumpet
and chanteuse. 12 oz and 1 song later we were out of there, then a long leg
to the zoo,
one of seattle's last old school bars--cash only, no booze. a short hop to
east lake grill, which i call "reagan's america" because it seems somehow
stuck in 1984, when yuppies were a brave new breed. nice decks, though, and
i watched a pair of herons fly in at sunset, growing from specks as they
approached from the mountains. al's was next, double jamesons, joined by
hoyt and heidi who we'd chanced into on the sidewalk. babalu was quiet; we
were the only ones there (plus one couple). the bartender said it would pick
up later when the dj started. "calm before the storm!" i said and we quickly
drained our beers. we got to craig's at 10:30, 4 hours after we started.
a new (establishing) record! it's one we hope to break next time by taking
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