Slow Sundayz ride is best quoted from Novas LJ I think…
“the route of last night’s ride home is mysteriously absent from my memory, i remember snippets like leaving Kat at the Pink Door, calling out directions to Yeyo at King & 6th as he split off in search of dumpsterage at Mecca, but otherwise i could not tell you if climbing the Beacon was any more or less pleasant than usual, because i simply can not recall.
strange to have a blank in the memory, moreso after having been told by a friend several times over the course of an evening that he thinks i’ve a remarkably good memory as i (wonder of all wonders?) generally retain a lot of the information confided me in conversation.
stopped by a few legendary establishments that i had not yet visited today, including Elliot Bay Bicycles, Hattie’s Hat, & the Zoo. the Zoo is far larger than expected, and appears to be a nice comfortable dive bar of joy, and Hattie’s Hat really does serve excellent Bloody Marys, tho I only had sips of some of my compadres.
the thing about turning the city inside out by bicycle is that i now feel as tho i now own every inch, particularly those inches i’ve traversed by night. i hear this again and again from others’ mouths, that to travel a city by night (and by bike) is to own it.”
In summary: we (Kat, Nova, myself) went to the Market and got coffee, met Chris Nygard, stopped by Elliot Bay bicycles and ogled some really incredible bikes. That they’re open on Sunday is awesome. From there through Myrtle Edwards Park, we headed over to Ballard through the locks and over to Hatties Hat for beer and bloody marys. Yayo met us there. Afterwards off to Nygards house to drop him off before heading to the Eastlake Zoo. The four of us knocked through 3 pitchers of 1554 in a little over an hour and a half – and from there we said our goodbyes. Thus the reason poor Nova (and I suspect most of us at that point) failed (or would have failed) the gravy test marvelously.
“*the gravy test being when Bel inquires, ‘gravy’? and if one is drunked it is the most hillarious word-choice ever and it dissolves into laughter. if one is sober it is not so. “
The gravy test!
OH HAI OBLIGATORY PICTURE BLOG FOLLOWS:
Cats like hey – where the fuck do you think you’re going?
Don’t you know its cold out?
I’m so not kidding.
And it was – the pond at Cal Anderson froze.
And there were hippies. Hello hippies.
These hippies came equipped to deal with the ice.
Nova showed up and started knitting. I tried to tell her she had it all backwards. She was supposed to knit something warm and THEN come out into the cold. You can see what she thought of my idea.
Here comes Kat
These shots involve me fumbling for my expensive crappy digital camera through bike gloves while I’m riding, and sort-of point and shoot and hope to god I don’t drop the damn thing. We’re cruising through Myrtle Edwards Park which was just friggin beautiful out.
I don’t know who this guy was…
Packing it up and leaving Hatties Hat in Ballard…
And then the Eastlake Zoo…
This was the Eastlake Zoo before:
And this is the Zoo after 3 pitchers of 1554:
HA. And then this morning this is what we woke up to. Frozen icy crap.
Crazy Seattle winters.