I woke up refreshed and went for another epic run - this time about 55 minutes. I managed to run the whole way around Lake Union and felt really strong. After 2 1/2 months, the form is coming around and I am finally starting to see some results from all of my training.
We packed up and went to do some laundry. There was a place just across from Louisa's called Washing Town. We put the clothes on and walked over to Louisa's for a bite and a coffee.
When the laundry was finished, we drove north a couple of miles to Ballard and had a sniff around. We ate lunch in a place called Palermos and then we went across the street to a cafe called Verite to meet a friend of mine who is currently staying in Seattle. We chilled, had loads of chats and I downed my 5th shot of espresso for the day.
The afternoon was great but we had to pay the price when we left - rush hour traffic in Seattle. We crawled down 5S only covering about 12 or 15 miles in the first hour. The plan was to go to Portland but we decided to find somewhere before then to rest for the night.
We found an Econo Lodge in a place called Kelso, which is, well, it's a dump. It was founded in 1884 by some Scottish dude and named after Kelso, Scotland. It used to be called Little Chicago because of an unusually large amount of taverns and whorehouses. But over the years all the excitement seems to have diluted. In 1980, when Mount St Helen's erupted, Kelso had a perfect view. It seems that some of the local shops have been built on volcanic ash. Now the only thing I think it really has going for it is that it known as the smelt capital of the world. That's a pretty far cry from taverns and whorehouses.
We dropped the things off and then went to Applebees for a bite. It was in a shopping center that also had a bowling alley, so we went for a game just for the craic. The place (called Triangle Bowl) was everything you would expect from a bowling alley in the middle of nowhere in Washington - cheap games (only $3.40 each), lots of high school kids along with a few hardcore nerds (playing alone) and cheesy, hair-metal music playing from the stereo.
In a hard fought three game battle for a dollar, Paulo took the first game with ease. I was terrible and after only a few frames thought that I wouldn't be able to move my arm for a week. I also couldn't find a ball that I was happy with. But I came back in the second game and won it, bowling a strike and two spares on the way. The third game was really close until about the 6th frame when Paulo pulled away, sealed the victory and won the all coveted dollar.
During the showdown, we learned that Barry Bonds had hit his 756th home run and set the all time home run record. I think most of you know how I feel about this. I have already said that Hank Aaron is the one and only, true home run king. I won't accept that Bonds has surpassed him in a totally honest fashion and I won't ever refer to him as the 'home run king'. Unfortunately, I think the record will stand and Bonds will probably not be found guilty of any wrong doing or punished. I guess the conciliation is that Gay-Rod (the player that I want to hate but can't help respecting) should pass Bonds in a few more years.
We headed back to the room and eased in to some tele - our favourites: Seinfeld and Family Guy.
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Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
Day 69
This morning I woke up paying for the excesses of the night before. I was incredibly tired and very hungry. Paulo was even worse. We meandered down a few blocks to Louisa's Cafe for a sambo. I couldn't even face a coffee because my stomach was so delicate.
After struggling through lunch, we went back to the Inn where I arranged to stay an additional night. Neither of us were going to be able to face packing, moving and trying to find another place to stay. Paulo caught a few more Zs while I got stuck into ripping my new bundle of CDs.
A few hours passed and we decided that it was time to venture out into the world and look for some more food. We drove into town (the long way) and down to Pike Street where I convinced Paulo (and his stomach) to let me take a few snaps.
Usually when I navigate and Paulo drives we do pretty well. Except for when the place we are trying to find doesn't exist. We drove up Pine Street looking for a Mexican place that I had read about called Bitchin' Burritos. Unfortunately, it had closed down since the guide was published and is now all boarded up. Plan B involved driving back in to the center of town and looking for something. Anything. We parked and found Fox Sports Grill which was grand because we both wanted to see the Sox - Angels game. But the Sox lost and the service in the place was brutal (kinda like Fox Network).
We had nachos to start that were great but I was disappointed with my salad. I also wasn't mad about my Alaskan brew. Still looking for that quality IPA over here...
The night called for some more chilling and tele. Predator was on but had way too many commercials to properly follow the film. A few channels later Eddie Murphy's Raw was on. Except that it had even more commercials and all of the f*cks were bleeped out. What is the f*cking point!? You can't watch that film censored. It's just not funny. And it doesn't make any sense because you can't hear 75% of what he is saying! Frustrated and tired we turned off the tele and fell asleep.
After struggling through lunch, we went back to the Inn where I arranged to stay an additional night. Neither of us were going to be able to face packing, moving and trying to find another place to stay. Paulo caught a few more Zs while I got stuck into ripping my new bundle of CDs.
A few hours passed and we decided that it was time to venture out into the world and look for some more food. We drove into town (the long way) and down to Pike Street where I convinced Paulo (and his stomach) to let me take a few snaps.
Usually when I navigate and Paulo drives we do pretty well. Except for when the place we are trying to find doesn't exist. We drove up Pine Street looking for a Mexican place that I had read about called Bitchin' Burritos. Unfortunately, it had closed down since the guide was published and is now all boarded up. Plan B involved driving back in to the center of town and looking for something. Anything. We parked and found Fox Sports Grill which was grand because we both wanted to see the Sox - Angels game. But the Sox lost and the service in the place was brutal (kinda like Fox Network).
We had nachos to start that were great but I was disappointed with my salad. I also wasn't mad about my Alaskan brew. Still looking for that quality IPA over here...
The night called for some more chilling and tele. Predator was on but had way too many commercials to properly follow the film. A few channels later Eddie Murphy's Raw was on. Except that it had even more commercials and all of the f*cks were bleeped out. What is the f*cking point!? You can't watch that film censored. It's just not funny. And it doesn't make any sense because you can't hear 75% of what he is saying! Frustrated and tired we turned off the tele and fell asleep.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Day 68
Today started with a 55 minute run - I went north and ran around the top part of East Lake but I got a bit lost trying to get back to the motel and tacked on a couple of extra minutes in the process.
For breakfast we decided to stay local and walked down the street, intending to go to Louisa's Cafe for breakie, but they were already closed! Instead we ventured in to 14 Carrot Cafe a few doors down and had a very nice breakie indeed. The staff were all lovely as well.
Our plan for the day was to do a bit of exploring. Specifically, to explore Fremont Street with the hope of finding Sonic Boom - the local establishment where one may buy and / or sell compact discs and LP records. We went back to the room, gathered our things and went for the Tom. It took a bit of chopping and changing but we managed to make it to Fremont Street and wouldn't you know it dropped us off right in front of Sonic Boom!
More browsing, more choosing, more listening and more buying. I picked up some quality dance stuff and a T-shirt while Paulo managed to dig up a few 'gems' as usual.
I wanted to walk up Fremont Street to have a look and find a watering hole but we got a bit distracted.
First, we saw another shop that we had read about called Jive Time.
We had a wee look and Paulo started pumping his fist in the air, saying 'I don't believe it!' He apparently found some obscure super-hard-to-find CD by a band that nobody ever heard of except for him. And he bought it for two dollars. A bargain is a bargain.
By now, the afternoon was getting on and we were getting no where. When Paulo was buying his fourth copy of only six CD, he started chatting to the dude in the shop who told him that there was another, cooler Jive Time across the street.
Next thing you know we are in the basement of this building in one of the coolest thrift shops that I have ever seen. And in the corner was a section of LPs and CDs with rock bottom prices. It would be the perfect place to start a vinyl collection. Everything was priced at about two or three dollars and there was a lot of quality there.
It would have been great to take a few pics of all the stuff in the shop but the guy working there kept following me around and I didn't get the chance to take the camera out. Next to the cash register was an old phonograph from God knows what year that the staff were using to play a really scratchy, beat up copy of 'Houses Of The Holy'. We stayed for the entire first side.
Despite the lack of movement, all the browsing and buying had made us really thirsty and a bit pecky. Luckily for us Triangle Cafe was right across the street from Jive Time. And they were showing the Cubs game on TV. Do I need to say anymore? I'm pretty sure you can surmise what we did for the next while. We stayed for a bite, watched the game and had a few 'prescriptions'.
During the course of the night, people came and went, karaoke started and there was some really, really bad music played.
We hung for a bit but when we couldn't take anymore we jumped in a Joer and went back to the motel for our appointment with some Zs.
For breakfast we decided to stay local and walked down the street, intending to go to Louisa's Cafe for breakie, but they were already closed! Instead we ventured in to 14 Carrot Cafe a few doors down and had a very nice breakie indeed. The staff were all lovely as well.
Our plan for the day was to do a bit of exploring. Specifically, to explore Fremont Street with the hope of finding Sonic Boom - the local establishment where one may buy and / or sell compact discs and LP records. We went back to the room, gathered our things and went for the Tom. It took a bit of chopping and changing but we managed to make it to Fremont Street and wouldn't you know it dropped us off right in front of Sonic Boom!
More browsing, more choosing, more listening and more buying. I picked up some quality dance stuff and a T-shirt while Paulo managed to dig up a few 'gems' as usual.
I wanted to walk up Fremont Street to have a look and find a watering hole but we got a bit distracted.
First, we saw another shop that we had read about called Jive Time.
We had a wee look and Paulo started pumping his fist in the air, saying 'I don't believe it!' He apparently found some obscure super-hard-to-find CD by a band that nobody ever heard of except for him. And he bought it for two dollars. A bargain is a bargain.
By now, the afternoon was getting on and we were getting no where. When Paulo was buying his fourth copy of only six CD, he started chatting to the dude in the shop who told him that there was another, cooler Jive Time across the street.
Next thing you know we are in the basement of this building in one of the coolest thrift shops that I have ever seen. And in the corner was a section of LPs and CDs with rock bottom prices. It would be the perfect place to start a vinyl collection. Everything was priced at about two or three dollars and there was a lot of quality there.
It would have been great to take a few pics of all the stuff in the shop but the guy working there kept following me around and I didn't get the chance to take the camera out. Next to the cash register was an old phonograph from God knows what year that the staff were using to play a really scratchy, beat up copy of 'Houses Of The Holy'. We stayed for the entire first side.
Despite the lack of movement, all the browsing and buying had made us really thirsty and a bit pecky. Luckily for us Triangle Cafe was right across the street from Jive Time. And they were showing the Cubs game on TV. Do I need to say anymore? I'm pretty sure you can surmise what we did for the next while. We stayed for a bite, watched the game and had a few 'prescriptions'.
During the course of the night, people came and went, karaoke started and there was some really, really bad music played.
We hung for a bit but when we couldn't take anymore we jumped in a Joer and went back to the motel for our appointment with some Zs.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Day 67
We got up this morning and headed straight into town, eager to check things out and hit a few music shops. We got the Tom in and walked up 1st Avenue a bit, past Pioneer Square and Occidental Square. I would have liked to get a pic of the totem polls at Occidental but there were homeless dudes everywhere so we kept moving. We found a little cafe on Cherry Street called (surprisingly) Cherry Street Cafe and had a Johnny and a drink.
We continued walking along First Avenue, passing the Seattle Art Museum before making a links and heading down to the pier. We went through Harbor Steps and took in all of the art. And the pigs.
The Blue Angels are in town for the weekend and we got to see them warming up with several fly-bys along the pier.
We walked for about 45 minutes and eventually made our way to Big Dawg Records. We were looking for Easy Street but decided this would suffice for the meantime.
A bit of a browse led to a few purchases for each of us but we didn't go too mad.
After leaving Big Dawg, we turned right around the corner. Lo and behold there was Easy Street!
A bit of a frenzy followed which saw CDs, T-shirts and more CDs purchased. I also raided the counter for loads of cool stickers and flyers.
We were a bit knackered and wanted a rest from all of the shopping so we went into the Seattle Center to have a look at the Space Needle.
The Seattle Center is a 74 acre fairground and entertainment center. It was used by the Century 21 Exposition in 1962 after the Space Needle was built. The exposition was a World's Fair attended by over ten million people. Now the Center contains the Space Needle, the Pacific Science Center, the Experience Music Project and a fairground.
The Space Needle is a major landmark of the Pacific Northwest and the famous symbol of Seattle. It is 605 feet high and weighs almost 10,000 tons. It can withstand winds of 200 miles per hour and (theoretically) earthquakes of a 9.5 magnitude. The design came about as a compromise between the two best ideas for the 1962 World's Fair. One was to have a giant balloon tethered to the ground. The other was to build a giant flying saucer. The structure was planned and now contains a restaurant and observation deck.
Next, it was back down 5th Avenue to the corner of Roy where we found Silver Platters. The only music shop that can truly send your credit card into the red zone.
Now, I'm trying to remain calm even as I write this. What a shop! Hands down, the best selection of second hand CDs that I have ever seen. Anywhere. The two of us looked and looked. And we bought and bought. I shudder to think of the beating that my credit card took today. I think it is going to start shaking in fear every time that I open my wallet now. But we got some quality bargains. Most of the stuff that I bought only cost between three and seven dollars. Ya
canty go wrong!
Leaving the holy mecca of used CDs, we walked back up towards Seattle Center and decided it was time to eat. Revolution looked like a good spot for a burger and a beer. And it was. They were both great.
A quick monorail ride had us back in the center of town and we got a Tom back to Eastlake Inn to dump all of our new music and freshen up.
Yes sir, there's nothing on earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail!
Another Tom back into town and we were in Belltown - one of the neighborhoods that nurtured the growth of grunge in the 90s. We ducked into The Crocodile Cafe where Bishop Allen was playing but it was an all ages show and we didn't feel like paying in. There was also no beer being served and we were too thirsty to be messing around.
We strolled down 2nd Avenue and found Karma - a great little spot with a DJ who was playing quality house music. Not what you would expect to hear in Seattle. We stayed for a couple of drinks and then decided to move on. I could have happily settled in but Paulo was looking a bit edgy. He had that 'I need to hear some loud, rock music' look in his eyes.
Down the street to another small place called Viceroy, where we heard the Beastie Boys playing inside. But upon a closer look, the sound was crap and the DJ was playing off a laptop that was connected to a pair of decks. He was spinning one of the decks around and around while looking totally bored out of his melon. Move it on...
We walked all the way down 2nd Avenue and then down to 1st and there was nothing going on. Just hip hop music and posh upscale bars that had massive queues at the doors to get in. What happened to the Rock scene?
We ducked into the Virginia Inn for a beer and to check out what was going on. Again nothing! We asked the barman where we could try and when he told us 2nd Avenue we said we had already been. He suggested a place called Shorty's.
So up to Shorty's we went. It definitely wasn't posh and it was kinda rock oriented. Sort of. The staff were brutal. Each of them were trying to be more ugly and more rude than the other. Total indifference toward everything and everyone.
The interior was dingy with some clown paraphernalia. In the back were pinball machines and pool tables. And the beer was crap as well - Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap. Horrible. Paulo kept drinking it but I had to switch to bottles. There were also hot dogs. Dodgy ones. Paulo was eyeing them up but restrained himself in the end. I told him it was for the best. We stayed until closing time and then caught a taxi back to the Eastlake where we crashed straight away.
We continued walking along First Avenue, passing the Seattle Art Museum before making a links and heading down to the pier. We went through Harbor Steps and took in all of the art. And the pigs.
The Blue Angels are in town for the weekend and we got to see them warming up with several fly-bys along the pier.
We walked for about 45 minutes and eventually made our way to Big Dawg Records. We were looking for Easy Street but decided this would suffice for the meantime.
A bit of a browse led to a few purchases for each of us but we didn't go too mad.
After leaving Big Dawg, we turned right around the corner. Lo and behold there was Easy Street!
A bit of a frenzy followed which saw CDs, T-shirts and more CDs purchased. I also raided the counter for loads of cool stickers and flyers.
We were a bit knackered and wanted a rest from all of the shopping so we went into the Seattle Center to have a look at the Space Needle.
The Seattle Center is a 74 acre fairground and entertainment center. It was used by the Century 21 Exposition in 1962 after the Space Needle was built. The exposition was a World's Fair attended by over ten million people. Now the Center contains the Space Needle, the Pacific Science Center, the Experience Music Project and a fairground.
The Space Needle is a major landmark of the Pacific Northwest and the famous symbol of Seattle. It is 605 feet high and weighs almost 10,000 tons. It can withstand winds of 200 miles per hour and (theoretically) earthquakes of a 9.5 magnitude. The design came about as a compromise between the two best ideas for the 1962 World's Fair. One was to have a giant balloon tethered to the ground. The other was to build a giant flying saucer. The structure was planned and now contains a restaurant and observation deck.
Next, it was back down 5th Avenue to the corner of Roy where we found Silver Platters. The only music shop that can truly send your credit card into the red zone.
Now, I'm trying to remain calm even as I write this. What a shop! Hands down, the best selection of second hand CDs that I have ever seen. Anywhere. The two of us looked and looked. And we bought and bought. I shudder to think of the beating that my credit card took today. I think it is going to start shaking in fear every time that I open my wallet now. But we got some quality bargains. Most of the stuff that I bought only cost between three and seven dollars. Ya
canty go wrong!
Leaving the holy mecca of used CDs, we walked back up towards Seattle Center and decided it was time to eat. Revolution looked like a good spot for a burger and a beer. And it was. They were both great.
A quick monorail ride had us back in the center of town and we got a Tom back to Eastlake Inn to dump all of our new music and freshen up.
Yes sir, there's nothing on earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail!
Another Tom back into town and we were in Belltown - one of the neighborhoods that nurtured the growth of grunge in the 90s. We ducked into The Crocodile Cafe where Bishop Allen was playing but it was an all ages show and we didn't feel like paying in. There was also no beer being served and we were too thirsty to be messing around.
We strolled down 2nd Avenue and found Karma - a great little spot with a DJ who was playing quality house music. Not what you would expect to hear in Seattle. We stayed for a couple of drinks and then decided to move on. I could have happily settled in but Paulo was looking a bit edgy. He had that 'I need to hear some loud, rock music' look in his eyes.
Down the street to another small place called Viceroy, where we heard the Beastie Boys playing inside. But upon a closer look, the sound was crap and the DJ was playing off a laptop that was connected to a pair of decks. He was spinning one of the decks around and around while looking totally bored out of his melon. Move it on...
We walked all the way down 2nd Avenue and then down to 1st and there was nothing going on. Just hip hop music and posh upscale bars that had massive queues at the doors to get in. What happened to the Rock scene?
We ducked into the Virginia Inn for a beer and to check out what was going on. Again nothing! We asked the barman where we could try and when he told us 2nd Avenue we said we had already been. He suggested a place called Shorty's.
So up to Shorty's we went. It definitely wasn't posh and it was kinda rock oriented. Sort of. The staff were brutal. Each of them were trying to be more ugly and more rude than the other. Total indifference toward everything and everyone.
The interior was dingy with some clown paraphernalia. In the back were pinball machines and pool tables. And the beer was crap as well - Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap. Horrible. Paulo kept drinking it but I had to switch to bottles. There were also hot dogs. Dodgy ones. Paulo was eyeing them up but restrained himself in the end. I told him it was for the best. We stayed until closing time and then caught a taxi back to the Eastlake where we crashed straight away.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Day 66
I got up and went for another 45 min(ish) run around Yakima. I'm still feeling good and going quite well (for a change).
We packed up and went down the road to Mel's Diner for breakie. Mel's is the local greasy spoon and seems to attract a very large amount of people that own classic cars and motorcycles. I'm not sure how or why these people spend there days hanging out in Mel's instead of working but fair play to them. I went for the usual, heart-clogging, cholesterol-raising, mega-calorie big breakfast.
After breakie, we decided to go to Wal-Mart as I needed some supplies. And Paulo just can't resist a Wal-Mart when he sees one. He may change his mind when they eventually take over Ireland. I got my provisions and a few CDs to boot as you can't pass up some of the bargains on offer. I bought a copy of the new Doors album 'Live In Boston Arena 1970' for only 24 bucks. I convinced Paulo to buy a Led Zeppelin greatest hits because it was two CDs and only eight or
nine dollars. It's incredible that he has spent 33 years without buying or owning a Zep CD but don't worry, I think I have set him straight.
We headed further west on 84 to Seattle. Washington is called the Evergreen state and it's easy to see why - there are trees everywhere. It was another scenic drive and we hit Seattle fairly early. We got on to 5N and found our digs (Eastlake Inn) pretty easily. We checked in, went down the street to Pazzo's for a panini and then cleaned up and went straight into town.
Paulo had sorted tickets for the Mariners - Sox game and he was fired up at the chance to see Boston play again. We got on a bus just down the road from where we were staying and got stuck in one of the worst traffic jams I have ever seen. We were sitting towards the back and there were a good few froots about - one guy talking and laughing to himself, another guy talking to whoever made eye contact with him and the bus driver as well. She was a froot as well because she was fascinated with a double decker bus next to us. She even got off our bus at one stage (the froots yelled: 'the driver left the bus!') to check out the 'DD' bus. She was wearing a pair of radio headphones (which may or may not have been turned on) and was driving so badly that the froots in the back were getting edgier by the minute. We eventually made it to our stop on 2nd Avenue and got off. Amazingly, none of them tried to start a conversation with Paulo. It must have been because he kept his head down and eyes shut the entire journey.
We walked over to Safeco Field and into a massive queue at the will call section (as usual). Thirty minutes later, tickets in hand, we went in and found our seats. The game had already started but we didn't mind (too much). As soon as we settled in Paulo started cheering his proverbials off, especially when Youk came to the plate. Some dickhead behind us was taunting Paulo but after the Sox scored a couple of runs he wasn't so chirpy anymore. We waited until the 5th inning before we bought any beers or food and then got stuck in.
Unfortunately, the Sox lost even though Paulo shouted at them the entire game. He told me that he had spoke to Papi before the game and everything was sorted but they didn't play like that was the case.
We left Safeco and walked back towards town, stopping in Elysian Fields for a beer. They have their own microbrew and I was looking forward to some local quality. Again, disappointment. The microbrews over here are just not up to scratch. We both tried a couple of different ones but we just couldn't settle in.
We left the bar and couldn't find anywhere else that we wanted to check out so we hailed a cab and went back to Eastlake. We walked down to Pazzo's again for a night cap and a pizza. It was busy(ish) but didn't have the best atmos or at least the atmos we were looking for. The pizza was good though.
In an effort to save some energy for the rest of the weekend, we went back to the gaff fairly early and hit the scratcher.
We packed up and went down the road to Mel's Diner for breakie. Mel's is the local greasy spoon and seems to attract a very large amount of people that own classic cars and motorcycles. I'm not sure how or why these people spend there days hanging out in Mel's instead of working but fair play to them. I went for the usual, heart-clogging, cholesterol-raising, mega-calorie big breakfast.
After breakie, we decided to go to Wal-Mart as I needed some supplies. And Paulo just can't resist a Wal-Mart when he sees one. He may change his mind when they eventually take over Ireland. I got my provisions and a few CDs to boot as you can't pass up some of the bargains on offer. I bought a copy of the new Doors album 'Live In Boston Arena 1970' for only 24 bucks. I convinced Paulo to buy a Led Zeppelin greatest hits because it was two CDs and only eight or
nine dollars. It's incredible that he has spent 33 years without buying or owning a Zep CD but don't worry, I think I have set him straight.
We headed further west on 84 to Seattle. Washington is called the Evergreen state and it's easy to see why - there are trees everywhere. It was another scenic drive and we hit Seattle fairly early. We got on to 5N and found our digs (Eastlake Inn) pretty easily. We checked in, went down the street to Pazzo's for a panini and then cleaned up and went straight into town.
Paulo had sorted tickets for the Mariners - Sox game and he was fired up at the chance to see Boston play again. We got on a bus just down the road from where we were staying and got stuck in one of the worst traffic jams I have ever seen. We were sitting towards the back and there were a good few froots about - one guy talking and laughing to himself, another guy talking to whoever made eye contact with him and the bus driver as well. She was a froot as well because she was fascinated with a double decker bus next to us. She even got off our bus at one stage (the froots yelled: 'the driver left the bus!') to check out the 'DD' bus. She was wearing a pair of radio headphones (which may or may not have been turned on) and was driving so badly that the froots in the back were getting edgier by the minute. We eventually made it to our stop on 2nd Avenue and got off. Amazingly, none of them tried to start a conversation with Paulo. It must have been because he kept his head down and eyes shut the entire journey.
We walked over to Safeco Field and into a massive queue at the will call section (as usual). Thirty minutes later, tickets in hand, we went in and found our seats. The game had already started but we didn't mind (too much). As soon as we settled in Paulo started cheering his proverbials off, especially when Youk came to the plate. Some dickhead behind us was taunting Paulo but after the Sox scored a couple of runs he wasn't so chirpy anymore. We waited until the 5th inning before we bought any beers or food and then got stuck in.
Unfortunately, the Sox lost even though Paulo shouted at them the entire game. He told me that he had spoke to Papi before the game and everything was sorted but they didn't play like that was the case.
We left Safeco and walked back towards town, stopping in Elysian Fields for a beer. They have their own microbrew and I was looking forward to some local quality. Again, disappointment. The microbrews over here are just not up to scratch. We both tried a couple of different ones but we just couldn't settle in.
We left the bar and couldn't find anywhere else that we wanted to check out so we hailed a cab and went back to Eastlake. We walked down to Pazzo's again for a night cap and a pizza. It was busy(ish) but didn't have the best atmos or at least the atmos we were looking for. The pizza was good though.
In an effort to save some energy for the rest of the weekend, we went back to the gaff fairly early and hit the scratcher.
