Over the mountains and through the woods, to a warehouse party I go…
If anyone has ever seen Singles, or wished they could live in the underbelly of the Seattle rock scene they should visit a not often mentioned industrial area of Seattle…Georgetown.
So last night we headed out around 10 or so because…’there is a party, we just don’t know where…’ Sound familiar? It was like right out of 200 Cigarettes. So eventually we get down there, find the warehouse and walk in and it was as if time had stopped in Seattle. Rockers dressed in their finest studs, chicks with mohawks, punk rock blaring from the adjoining stage. Open bar. I think it was some girls’ birthday, but I’m not sure (Happy birthday whoever you are…Lindsey perhaps?) Tons of fun, and did I mention it was open bar?
Afterhours, we thought about going to Beth’s…but we didn’t. We thought about going to the Hurricane…but we didn’t. We drove past some other place but it was so busy it wasn’t worth it. So we headed over to the Mecca in Queen Anne. Not bad. They actually give you a pound of french fries…Beware the bacon though, super salty, but heh, after an…open bar…everything tastes pretty damned good.