Eat, Play, Run
I launched a new blog this weekend dedicated to eating and running in Seattle, and wherever my travels take me. I hope you’ll enjoy it.
I definitely need to post more here. So, I’ll use this space for everything else that’s not eating and running related.
How Did I Get Here?
Last night I…
- Attended a professional women’s football game in a shithole town called Kent
- Went to the afterparty at Swank, “the southend’s hottest gay and lesbian bar”
The football was actually kind of fun. Seattle beat Portland 35 - 7. Portland scored their touchdown with about 30 seconds left in the game. I guess, in the end, football is football.
The bar was about what you’d expect. Lots of boys with no shirts dancing, lots of women with mullets, and me… sitting on a couch talking to my friend and wondering when the Hell we’d be going back to Seattle…
I can’t contribute much to this, other than to say I WANT
Every get the craving for french fries and then a corn dog as well. Well this is it, a french fry encrusted corn dog. I’ll try this at home sometime with my Bluth Cornballer.
For those who may not know, this is Seattle. I’m actually looking at the Smith Tower right now as I type this.
night view from the Smith Tower, 1937
Seattle Pilots (via letsgomets)
Cursing a Blue Streak
I just told my friend Josh that New York must have changed me because I can no longer stop myself from cursing. I now curse so often it’s flat out embarrassing and must stop. Though, according this MSNBC article, I’m not the only one affected by Potty Mouth Syndrome.
Tool.
True Story
I was in a running store with my friends’ 12-year old nephew, Xavier. “Penny Lane” is playing in the store:
X: Who’s this?
Me: Really? You don’t know?
X: Nope
Me: It’s the Beatles
X: Who?
Me: (Incredulous) The Beatles. One of the greatest rock bands of all-time.
X: You mean like the Jonas Brothers?
A burger at the Original Pantry
Seen at Staples Center
Remember Billy Packer’s “Simon Says… Championship” call when the University of Arizona won the national championship?
Last night at Staples for the opening round of the Pac 10 Tournament, Miles Simon was out front scalping tickets. The dude had a cup of coffee in the NBA and was an assistant coach under Lute Olsen. Now he’s scalping tickets? Couldn’t former backcourt mate Mike Bibby throw him a bone?
After a Double-Double, there’s nothing like a Ditty Riese ice cream sandwich
It’s not a trip to LA without In-N-Out
