My buddy Schreiny just moved to Seattle. Well, he actually moved here like a month ago, but I've been too busy making ads to hang out. I don't want to get into how sad that is. I would rather forget about it.
Needless to say, It was time we drank a few beers. I'm good at that.
We went to Golden Gardens park to BBQ. Unbeknownst to me, this beach was a popular hang out for drunk high school kids, Matrix Nerds, and inevitably...vampires. It had a Lost Party beach party zone vibe to it. I was half expecting Tim Capello to jump out of a bonfire, greased up, wielding a dangerous saxophone. It never happened, but we all made that connection.
Good buddy Max made a mockery of grillin' by undercooking some shrimp kabobs. He didn't win any points by bringing the Consecration ale either. Which tasted like bile. He claims he caught the flu the next day. I'm convinced he poisoned us all with his handiwork around the charcoal briquets.
I'm fairly confident that I saw at least 18 people juggling fire, and there was some serious drum circles about ready to kick off when we left to go get loaded at Hatties.
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