CUTE

June 20, 2011

To the person knitting lamp posts & park benches in Cal Anderson: I love you.

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1. your go to watering hole/food fest, the place you always end up and don’t mind at all.

than brothers for food, bauhaus for drink and anywhere that has whiskey for whiskey.

2. your “alternative brand identity” prop. the one thing you must wear/use/do that makes you who you are. examples: red bandana, backstreet boy sweatshirt, turntables.

loose button up shirts. tucked in and sleeves rolled.

3. the show line-up of your dreams: who is it, where is it at and what would you be on?

who: junior senior, hot chip and yacht (i like-ah to dance) on new year’s eve… somewhere, on champagne.

4. you’re hung-over, broke as fuck and have no clean laundry but it is _________ night so you are of course going out. where ya going, you lush?

a bar. any bar. except for barca.

5. a classic survey question: sum up your capitol hill in three words.

hurts so good.

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1. your go to watering hole/food fest, the place you always end up and
don’t mind at all.
pony. or the cresent. that place is entertaining every night of the week.

2. your “alternative brand identity” prop. the one thing you must
wear/use/do that makes you who you are. examples: red bandana,
backstreet boy sweatshirt, turntables.
sidekick + camera.

3. the show line-up of your dreams: who is it, where is it at and
what would you be on?

the get up kids reunion tour at neumos (the show I missed in september
while on vacation).

4. you’re hung-over, broke as fuck and have no clean laundry but it
is _________ night so you are of course going out. where ya going, you
lush?

lauren walkers apartment.

5. a classic survey question: sum up your capitol hill in three words.
Pretty girls + gays.

1. your go to watering hole/food fest, the place you always end up and don’t mind at all.

than bros and bauhaus treat me right.

2. your “alternative brand identity” prop. the one thing you must wear/use/do that makes you who you are. examples: red bandana, backstreet boy sweatshirt, turntables.

thick fringe that i can hardly see beneath…and maybe a smile.

3. the show line-up of your dreams: who is it, where is it at and what would you be on?

lullatone, devendra banhart, yann tiersen, sigur rós … wouldn’t care where it was or what anyone was on.

4. you’re hung-over, broke as fuck and have no clean laundry but it is _________ night so you are of course going out. where ya going, you lush?

trader joe’s free sample hut.

5. a classic survey question: sum up your capitol hill in three words.

no mo’ condos.

c’mon now. first a shooting and now our bar scene is being threatened? the line = WAY crossed.

if you haven’t already heard, some idiot sent ominous letters to multiple gay bars all over capitol hill, including some hill staples. WTF.

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the letter claims this dumbshit is gonna target patrons with ricin, a usually fatal poison. the letter is creepy as shit, but this person doesn’t even deserve that. check it.

grow up and move on, dude. i’m heading to purr right now just to show support.

a possible bar crawl this friday is in works to help the scene out….stay tuned.

graffiti wed 10/15

October 15, 2008

lower hill…somewhere…

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not sure for what – but i appreciate the advice

because i can

August 9, 2008

can’t fool you guys
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happy birthday to me

we got a new kid on the block and you can call him slaw for short.

a few weeks back we beckoned for guest bloggers and this lovely lad was on it. whether you have noticed or not,  coleslaw will be co-writing with us gals on cap to the hill for the foreseeable future.

as we gradually accrue contributors, we’ll introduce each in the form of a questionnaire.

see our newest blogger’s answers after the jump Read the rest of this entry »

safety report, maybe it was outta boredom, maybe it was outta pure hatred for black skinny jeans and ironic mustaches, but someone bombed the shit outta the crowd at cha cha on sunday night.

no, no, not a bomb in the real sense but in more a orange zesty kinda cleaning supplies esque type of explosion. the details are sparce but after something exploded in the middle of the bar people went running. they closed the bar and sent people home.

some kids claimed mace. some kids claimed pepper spray. who knows what it was exactly but they all agreed it smelled like citrus.

interesante.

who would do that? maybe a summer prank or maybe a perturbed patron who just thought the cha crew needed a night off.

thought you’d like to know.

photo: cbc news

Squatters for a night

May 30, 2008

no not pumpkin and i, not that we would be apposed, but two guys “traveling” all the way from florida.

the roomie and i were smoking a cig out of our first floor apartment when we started a conversation with the wanderers who were passing by at the wholesome hour of 2am. they had huge backpacks and strong stubble but were more articulate than either of us. i suppose after a few (many) beers that gives you credibility. they had been on the road “livin’ life” for a few months now and were just seeing where the road takes them.

now, if you have been reading us for while you are aware of pumpkin and i’s affection for anyone who flirts with a christopher mccandless lifestyle.

i felt like i had hit the jackpot: two strapping, young nomads who needed a place for the night. before you presume anything let me say we just wanted to help the brothers out.

so they came on in, slept on our couches, checked their myspaces and hit the road in the morning.

i admit, hindsight is 20/20 so when i woke up and reflected on our quick invitation i realize things could have gone horribly…but alas they did not.

moral of my story :

lets have a little faith in humanity and the people we meet. maybe use a little more cautiousness then we had, but if you let your guard down for a second and you may be surprised.